It's an unfortunate series of events that eventually lets me grow inattentive. First, a bone-breaking curse hits Ginny's right upper arm, causing her to stagger backwards and crash into the window of an abandoned shop. Then another pained scream rings out. This time it's Creevey, who drops to his knees and presses a hand to his chest, where the charcoal grey of his long-sleeved top instantly transforms to a distinctly darker, and therefore more menacing, color.