Ginny sat down on the bed, her movements feeling automatic. Taking a nap with Bill was a memory, but the sheets didn't match her recollection. They most certainly did smell like Fleur, Bill didn't need to point it out. Still, Ginny didn't say anything, just made a mental note to launder her brother's sheets in their mum's fashion. They could smell like Weasley again, perhaps that would help.
Lifting her legs onto the bed and snaking them under the sheets, Ginny snuggled into Bill's bed. Ginny turned to face her brother and spoke in a hushed tone, "It's going to take time, Bill. But slowly, things are going to get better."