Sitting there, staring at this woman's fishnet-covered knees, she cannot remember the name of a single Hufflepuff. Not even that good-looking one Harry managed to get killed.

You know, I don't read a lot of Ginny-centric fic, I don't much care for it, but she's SO...complex here. Capable of being deeply hurt, of feeling the worst kind of pain there is with a completeness that's shattering, and yet equally capable of being phenomenally shallow about other people's reality and other people's feelings; I don't know if it makes me like her better or not. But I do find the portrayal fascinating. But either way, damn, you can write.