Ginny stared at the clock. With no family support, and the need to save money for her support, she couldn't afford a solicitor to fight the divorce. She hadn't spoken to any of her brothers since before Ron's arrest. She wasn't sure she could have handled the rejection right now. So, she sat waiting for her husband to deign to grace her with his presence. The front door clicked open. She followed his progress through the house by his footsteps. Removing his outer robes, checking for the post, and climbing the stairs to his study. She stood as the door swung open. "Well, hello, dearest. To what do I owe the pleasure?"