It was an honest question. Anyone in her position would've been a fool not to ask it. The cold laughter from William Wood caused the hair to stand up on the back of her neck. If it was left up to him, she would already be dead. Ginny turned her full focus on the likely unhinged man standing next to her. She placed a gentle hand on his arm, squeezed it and rubbed it lightly. It was an intimate gesture that served to calm the man down. He was still a loose cannon, but Ginny had a measure of control over him. Apparently, the redhead hadn't been wasting her life pining after the wizard she lost. Hermione was glad. Life was too damn short to remain faithful to a ghost.