Ginny stared through the windowpane into the darkness across the street, in the direction of the village cemetery. She had never known the woman, and yet she dearly wished she could speak to Harry's mother about this. All of her other siblings had parents-in-law they could talk to, and it had always made her feel oddly jealous that she couldn't share in such an experience. George and Ron would probably laugh at her, if she expressed this, and tell her to consider herself lucky – there were sore points to any by-marriage relationship, and in-laws had the reputation they did for a reason.