Ginny set aside the kettle, waved her wand so the tea would make itself, and came over to sit with her friend. Reaching across the table, she took Hermione's hand in hers and squeezed. "I may never have been one of your best friends, but you have always been one of mine. I know you better than you think, and I can see that sad look in your eye that you used to get back during your research days. You're ready to flee, but at least this time, you're making rounds instead of disappearing altogether."