Harry ended up seated between Ginny and Molly at dinner, despite Ginny’s best efforts to seat both of them as far from her meddling mother as possible. Like Hermione, she meant well, but she seemed to be having difficulty with accepting that they really were getting divorced. She glanced between them sadly throughout the evening, even pausing to dab her eyes discreetly when Ginny was laughing particularly uproariously at Harry’s misfortune (the gnome that had been in Hugo’s satchel had made a surprise appearance, sprinting across the table, fork in hand with a tiny war cry - his goal had been Harry’s Yorkshire pudding, and Harry had cursed blue murder trying to wrestle his dinner back from stupid thing). Ginny had finally had enough.