Ginny tossed the newspaper onto the table with disgust. She had been raised to despise purebloods like the Lestranges, but even she couldn't believe they would stoop to adopting a mudblood. She checked the byline, Rita Skeeter. She snorted, the daft bint had completely lost the plot this time. Molly looked over, "What do you have planned today?" Ginny shrugged. "You cannot sit around and do nothing all day. You only passed with one NEWT. You won't be marrying anyone until this war is over. You need to find something to do. Or I will find you something."