Ginny climbed off her broom when they reached the door. She could break down Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw, their strengths, their weaknesses, player by player, position by position...all of it, all of her opinions, Harry's opinions, the discussions they had. But at the moment?
Ginny Weasley did not want to talk Quidditch. For once. Something inside of her was pounding with a furious hurt, she couldn't think about the game because it made her think of whatever injury was going on under her skin.
She nodded at Ron. "Absolutely bloody agreed." Tucking her broom under her arm, she rubbed at her eyes. "There are cookies? I didn't get cookies," she said with a touch of a sulk.
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