Hogwarts, Gryffindor Tower.
Ginny had been sitting in a corner reading, with a few young boys coming over now and then to ask her questions.
They called it asking questions, but who didn't know what they were really after? Ginny didn't want to bother with them either, giving them perfunctory answers with a cold expression, but the boys still came in an endless stream, irritating her to no end.
If she hadn't wanted to wait here for Harry to return so she could see for herself right away that he was safe, she would have gone back to her dormitory long ago.
Useless brother.
Ginny glanced at Ron, who was nearby talking with Lavender and Hermione, and rolled her eyes in disdain. He didn't even know to fend off these pesky admirers for her. All that food he ate and all that height had gone to waste.
Who knew how Ron would have felt if he knew his little sister was talking about him like this behind his back?
Well, he probably wouldn't have cared much, would he? Our young master Ron had always been remarkably unflappable.
Take right now, for instance. Dumbledore, the members of the Order of the Phoenix, and his best friend Harry were clearly fighting the dangerous Dark Lord Voldemort, yet he was still in the mood to joke around.
And the subject of his jokes was Hermione's relationship with Jacob.
It was just absurd. No wonder Ginny looked down on him. Even Hermione and Lavender were finding him a little off-putting at this point.
Being unflappable wasn't strange, and sometimes it was even a good thing, but being this unflappable was a bit ridiculous.
Ginny shot him a disdainful glance, then pursed her lips and went back to reading. Just then, however, an extremely uncomfortable