Oh, it was quite sad, really. I was washing dishes after lunch, and she came in, quite furtively, to slip me an address on a crumpled piece of parchment. It was her father's address, and she was so nervous when she talked to me about it, I realised afterwards, because of course she's not supposed to have any contact with her family at all. But apparently he's a rather good spell mechanic; she told me 'he can fix anything that's charmed that isn't working right,' When she read what Ginny said about all the bartering I do, she wondered whether anyone in my trade network could ever use his services.

Poor child. My heart quite went out to her. She was ever so polite, but somehow...I don't know, a little high-strung about it, as if she was afraid someone would snap her nose off if she set one foot a step in the wrong direction. I thought for a moment of offering to take her father a letter from her, but then I decided I'd better not. She was obviously so nervous about speaking to me at all that I didn't want to make her any more afraid about the risk she was taking. So I just told her that I'd tell her father that I'd seen her, and that she was well.

Ginny finally got her to relax and laugh a bit at the end of the day, when they were talking about the bee hives.