Warm, cheery light flooded Hermione’s vision and she shook her lumos out, shielding her eyes slightly as she scrambled up out of the cellar. She looked back just for a second, and her sympathy panged as she saw him staring silently up at her from his hunched position on the ground, an unexpected miserable loneliness saturating his expression. The trapdoor fell shut behind her with a thud, and Ginny stepped on it casually, oblivious to the teenage boy alone beneath her feet, flashing Hermione a curious look.