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Ginny stumbled up the steps of the great hall- she had just been for an hour jog around the Quidditch pitch- it was still very early in the morning so only a few people were awake. No one dared go outside because it was pounding down and you would get drenched in a few seconds after stepping out, but Ginny didn't really notice that. She had been wasting away for months, hardly eating or sleeping. Her school work had started a steady drop downhill- and people had started getting worried, but she thought that people didn't give a flying fuck about her.

By the time Ginny got back to her dormitory it was half six, and people had started slowly getting up- Ginny using the last drops of strength she had gave a weak sprint into the bathroom; so she had first dibs at the shower and the precious hot water. Even after the temperature of the water was scalding Ginny kept shivering, she hadn't been warm for quite a while.

By the time it was lunch Ginny was exhausted- they had been practicing the patronus charm in DADA and she had failed spectaculary, she was normally good at DADA but she couldn't remember a time that she was ever happy, and her first go of the spell sapped most of her strength away. She stood at the sink in Mythrel's toilet and slowly dragged the knife down her skin letting out a hiss of pain as blood started oozing slowly from the wound; like a tap after you turned it off and the last drops and fighting their way out of the faucet.