I walk quickly down to the Great Hall, ignoring everyone, looking at the floor. When I enter tables are no longer split up by house. Must be some kind of effort to avoid lingering sentiments from before the war. I feel eyes on me and look directly at Ginny Weasley. She raises an eyebrow and narrows her eyes at me, like a challenge. Would she be spying and sending information back to Potter about me? I should have known there would be things in place to monitor me. I’m not going to be threatened by a Weasley considering I’d just had a less than successful meeting with a kneazle of all things.