"Every year. Packed with muggles of course. Come on," said Molly, dragging Ginny to her seat.
Her daughter let out an annoyed sigh. Why had she relented and brought her mother to the yearly work event? Again? Would it have killed Harry to be here?
Well, probably, she admitted to herself. It certainly could have. She realised that in reality, and considering their history, it was lucky anybody at all from her family was willing to accompany her, even if it did grate more than a little that it had to be her mother.
"Mum," she finally said, sitting down, "of course a journalism award ceremony such as the World Wizarding Press Awards would attract the who's who of the media world. They're called media moguls, not muggles, and they're very powerful people so I'd thank you if you could keep your voice down when you complain about them."
"Oh, alright, I do apologise," answered Molly, nervously fiddling with her sleeve. "It's just, you know how angry I get when I think of how they treated you and the others before the war. And during. And after." She sighed. "Especially Harry and Hermione. It feels like these moguls should have to hide their faces these days, or at least change how they tell their staff to write their sensationalist articles. People will believe anything, you know?"
Ginny definitely did know, having been on the receiving end of the enraged wizarding masses before - including, sometimes, her own mother.
Before she could answer however, her mother turned and looked at her with a serious expression, taking her hands in hers. "Ginevra, enough about that. Remember that no matter what happens, I am so, so, so proud of you."
Tears formed in Molly's eyes as she struggled to express her feelings. Pride and hope were mixing. "To be nominated for the 'Quidditch in Print' award for the third year in a row is one hell of an achievement!"
Ginny smiled as she hugged her mum, almost squeezing the life out of her, because she could not express the depth of her love any other way.