Okay.  She thought.  What the fuck is happening...  Ginny tried to sort through her mind, it felt shattered. There was a gap that she couldn’t quite fill; she knew time must have passed since the night of Dumbledore’s death, but she didn’t know how much. She pushed herself slowly off the bed, walking around the room. She’d been to Nott manor before, but the rooms hadn’t looked like this. It was much too simple, cream colored walls, a small side table with a handheld mirror. She shakily reached for the mirror, slightly afraid to see who would stare back.