Ginerva Weasley wasn’t as heartless as everyone made her seem. She was just tired of losing people. She was seventeen and she had been part of a war. Now she just wanted the certainty that nobody else would leave her again. Since clearly no one could give her that assurance, she decided to come and live with Charlie. Charlie was away and he was doing better. She needed to put some distance between herself and the world again. And she had made herself pretty clear to her friends and family. For the past few months nobody sent her a letter telling her to come home. She was doing fine. Fine, fine, fine.