Lady Ginevra Weasley, recently betrothed to one of the most powerful men in Hogwarts, gave a gulping sob and stumbled to her feet. Even through the ravages of a crying jag it was apparent that she was beautiful. Her hair, a dark ruby more pleasing than her brothers’ fiery red, hung down her back, and she had large brown eyes several shades lighter than Hermione’s own. She gazed blankly at them for several moments before recognition and fury flashed across her expression.