Charis sat down awkwardly; she could feel eyes boring into her, eyes she knew well. She was all alone, and he was staring at her, she didn't know what to do-
"Hiya, I'm Ginny, are you new here?" A girl asked, she had walked up to her and sat down beside her, talking to her in a friendly way.
"Erm, yeah, kinda." Charis replied, smiling lightly.
"Well I'm Ginny, Ginny Weasley." The girl introduced herself, Charis smiled wider, the Weasley's, she knew of them, her father hated the lot of them, pointing out clearly to Charis that they were a good family.
"Charis… Riddle." Ginny dropped her fork and looked up at Charis; her eyes were wide, but not fearful.
"Y-you're Charis Riddle? As in the Girl Harry has been ranting and raving about? Daughter of Lord Voldemort. Well, I know how to pick 'em." Ginny said, still not taking her eyes from Charis.
"Sorry?" Charis tried, looking apologetic.
"You're sorry?" Ginny asked confused. "What for? Having a monster for a dad? To be honest I think that's punishment enough, I mean, you came here by choice, not to kill us all."
Charis stared at the girl, and felt her heart swell with happiness, tears blurred her vision before she even realised it, Ginny looked at her, Doe-brown eyes stirring with concern.
"Do you want me to go?" Ginny asked softly, reaching out and touching Charis' arm.
"Thank you." Charis croaked. True Dumbledore and a few of the order members had accepted who she was, not without some fear, but this girl had to be no more then a few years younger then Charis, she had been badmouthed by Harry, and still she sat next to her, not giving a damn about who she was.
"For what?" Ginny asked smiling at the girl, like she was a little insane- probably true.
"Not caring that my last name is Riddle." Charis replied, looking away, feeling embarrassed.
Ginny openly laughed, her red curls swaying as she threw her head back.
"You should get out more; we're not all as quick tempered as Harry." Ginny said smiling at Charis. "By the way, why is Draco Malfoy st- Oh, you must know the Malfoy's, right?"
"My dad thinks I should marry Draco, respectable pureblood and all. We don't exactly see eye to eye, and I think he'll be aware of the fact I left the mansion… I mean I was home taught." Charis explained.
"Don't worry, Draco wouldn't dare touch you, not with Dumbledore around." Ginny assured Charis, glaring in the direction of the blonde Slytherin. "So how far are you in your education then?"
"Finished." Charis said, glad for the distraction. Ginny looked surprised.
"How old are you?" She demanded.
"Fifteen, you?"
"Fourteen." Ginny grumbled looking down at her plate. "Sucks."
"How old is Harry?" Charis asked curiously.
"Fifteen like you, he's really sensitive about the whole Voldemort thing at the moment… He saw a friend murdered…" Ginny said slowly.
"Oh, I didn't know… I'm sorry."
"Don't worry, you didn't know, it happened this time last year, so he is a bit more upset then usual…" Ginny explained, she looked around and then her brows furrowed. "Where are you going to stay over the summer holidays?"