Ginny stared blindly around, not sure where her blind running had taken her. She finally realized she was in the hallway to the boys dormitory, and glanced around in confusion.
"How on earth..." she mumbled, looking to see if anyone had seen her sobbing into the carpet. No one was around, so she decided to have a peek and see if her brother was in his room. Perhaps maybe he could cheer her up.
The door opened with a creek, and yet again she found herself alone. She sniffed, and was about to shut the door, when all of a sudden a soothing voice asked, "Are you alright, honey?"
Ginny whipped her head back around, sure that the room had been empty. It still appeared so, but she took a quick look around to make sure. "He..hello? she asked timidly.
Suddenly the mirror behind her sprang to life, complete with the face of a middle-aged friendly woman. "Hiya dear, you look lost. And downtrodden."
Ginny nodded, not surprised at all. Sometimes her own mirror, back at the Burrow, spoke to her. Only on special occaisons, however.
The mirror spoke again. "My name is Sarah. You know, you kind of look like one of the boys in this room.."
Ginny frowned, not sure if that was a compliment or not. "Well, my brother Ron..." he voice was still shaky and ragged from crying, but the mirror seemed to understand all the same.
"Yes, yes, now come here and tell Sarah what's wrong, honey"
Her voice was so sugary sweet that Ginny couldn't resist. She sat in the floor before the mirror and sobbed again.
"I was with- with this guy. And we were, well you know, up in the towers, and then, Jess, he said it, and I didn't- just ran out, upset, and i didn't want to but he seemed so sure, and assured me he loved me, but Jess..." she couldn't even get the words out anymore, her racking sobs were shaking her whole body.
Sarah had an amused look on her face, one Ginny didn't see. This story indeed reminded her of another one, one concerning two ofher favorite little lovebirds, Lily Evans and James Potter.
"Well, child, let me tell you a story..."