[Her smile grows a bit quieter, a bit more distant as she thinks of them literally a world away, no idea she's missing because of course she's right there with him.]
We're all each other has, most days.
[Ginny brushes down the front of her dress as if it's wrinkled or dusty, shaking it off.]
I think Fred had a harder time of it than George. But maybe that's because he died. [She rarely openly says it, especially in a setting like this, but Pavel's seen her come back from the war. He knows.] And maybe he realised this is what he's going to miss. I don't know. But it was nice, after we all adjusted—to have all the extra time together without the war taking the fun out of everything. Sometimes the only times I can really stay sane here is if I think of this as a... holiday, of sorts.
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We're all each other has, most days.
[Ginny brushes down the front of her dress as if it's wrinkled or dusty, shaking it off.]
I think Fred had a harder time of it than George. But maybe that's because he died. [She rarely openly says it, especially in a setting like this, but Pavel's seen her come back from the war. He knows.] And maybe he realised this is what he's going to miss. I don't know. But it was nice, after we all adjusted—to have all the extra time together without the war taking the fun out of everything. Sometimes the only times I can really stay sane here is if I think of this as a... holiday, of sorts.