Unwilling to listen to another word, Antonin crossed the room to where Ginny stood shaking and trembling near the chest of drawers. For someone who had always been a formidable opponent, she wasn't capable of summoning up the strength required to defend herself against the man she fancied herself in love with. It was sad, if a bit pathetic. Emotions could make even the strongest person weak. The witch didn't even have her wand in her hand. There was nothing to protect her from the wizard closing his hand around her throat and slamming her entire body against a wall.