Molly smiled, "Thanks. Oh, Mad-Eye, any news?" she asked hoping it sounded casual.
Mad-Eye looked at her large, pleading eyes. "None." he said gruffly.
She looked down at her lap, trying to stop the continuous lump in her throat from reaching her eyes.
At that, all the girls quickly began to clean the table, which was now just Nymphadora, Fleur, and Ginny.
Ginny sighed, remembering the times she and Hermione would ask Tonks, now the soon-to-be Mrs. Lupin, to changer her nose shape.
And how laughter was at every meal.
Then the three ran away.
And Neville.
She had gone to the Yule Ball with him, she recollected while washing the silverware. He didn't do anything bad, and the most he did was slow-danced with her. He was completely honest.
And then he left.
He left them all, for the safety of Ron, Harry, and Hermione.
She sighed. She remembered the last time she saw him.
His eyes were clouded, hair tousled, and for once, noble looking. Not cute, but noble.
Ginny snapped herself back to reality. Maybe the after-math of her and Harry's relationship was making her think this.
She hoped not, remembering his look of triumph as the Potions room became a disaster area.
"Ginny? GINNY!" roared Fleur. Ginny started, dropping the dishrag.
Fleur explained, "I've beeen azking for ze rag for ze zast 5 minzetez."
Ginny hastily picked it up. "Oh, sorry Fleur." Geez, for a measely little thing, she sure can yell.
"Ginny, why don't Fleur and I finish up? You looked tired." Tonks offered. She had been Ginny's best friend ever since Ginny had gotten taken out of Hogwarts.
Ginny nodded and left with out a word, lost in her thoughts of Harry and Neville.
It was true Harry had saved her life, but Neville was there to hear her tell it, was there to listen.
She smiled, even though he did accidently break her hairclip when he had patted her head while she was crying on his shoulder.