"Me?!" Ginny responded, resisting the urge to throw her hands in the air. "You're the one who - " She stopped, suddenly, struck with a realisation, and lowered her wand. "You're the one who sent that stupid owl, aren't you?" That stupid, laughable owl. Ginny dropped her arm, her wand still in her hand, her voice mocking. "You're mean. I don't like you." She gave a harsh laugh. "Grow up."