"Lots of things. I was a kid, really. Listen, Hermione, what’s all this about?" Ginny hugged a pillow to her middle, looking for a moment like the child she tried to leave behind. This image was belied by the sheer amount of maps and books around her, dotted about the Room of Requirement, which had become increasingly more of a headquarters in the past few weeks. If she was a child, she was a child in war. They all were.