Ginny sat resolutely on her bed, refusing to admit she was moping.
What she was doing wasn't moping... If it were, she would be pouting, holding a handkerchief, tears in her eyes.

She wasn't moping. If she said it enough, she would come to believe it.
She was just feeling--- under the weather….

She wasn't moping--- she wasn't, wasn't.
And then a small tear made its way past her eyelash and slid down her childish cheek…..

Struggling to hold back the sobs, she heard Harry call " Gin? You there? It's time for practice…"
Suddenly smiling, Ginny grabbed her things.