Ginevra Weasley; the girl that always slips under the radar
"Neville was my friend!" Ginny ranted to Bill. "The Ministry has some nerve, dragging me in there like that and making me profess my innocence. What fools!" Bill rolled his eyes.
"Breathe," he insisted. "It wasn't anything personal, Gin. You were hanging around Neville's house; probably looked a bit suspicious, you know."
"How was I supposed to know that he had just been murdered?" Ginny snapped. "Think about it, Bill. I'm not psychic, you know."
"Go home, Ginny," Bill sighed. "You're a murder suspect; you shouldn't be out in public like this."
"You jerk," Ginny muttered.
But she didn't go home.
"They think it was you?" he laughed, rolling his eyes at the girl.
"Mm-hmmm," she muttered. "Stupid, huh?"
"I don't know," he replied thoughtfully. "I really don't know about you sometimes…"