"Kingsley had no luck with the Muggle Prime Minister again," Ginny mentioned casually. "Apparently the stupid man feels more comfortable having you-know-who running around, than he does giving us those thingummyjigs, whatsits, um...chemical knock-out gas stuff?" The practical, impersonal topic came from out of nowhere, and Hermione was surprisingly grateful for something to focus on outside her own head, and her own problems. It was distraction, if nothing else.