She cringed. "A little bit of both, I suppose." She seemed distracted, not paying as close attention to where she should be placing her feet. She was gazing out towards the Forbidden Forest in the near distance, something between wistfulness and bitterness in her expression. Harry studied her intently, almost to the point that he lost his footing himself. The urge to ask his girl what was wrong got stuck in his throat – aside from wondering if he still had the right to call her his girl, he could only hope that Ginny would come to him with her troubles, no matter what had passed between them.