She hadn't wanted to stay too long in one place. She had so much family ready to take her in that it hadn't been a problem. A few days at the Burrow, her mother throwing her concerned glances every other minute; a few at Charlie and Daphne's, spending time with her new nephew. Luna had been more than ready to take her in, and they'd cried together. Her about Draco. Luna about Harry.
Ginny loved her family, was grateful that they'd take her in without much notice, but she also knew they were worried. She wasn't able to talk about what was wrong, not without feeling the crashing hurt that took over her chest.
Small bag in hand, she climbed the small stairs leading to Rose Cottage before raising her hand and knocking, hoping she wasn't catching the twins during a nap. The last thing she wanted was to cause any problems for her brother and Katie.
( ... oh, can't you see what I see? )