[Focus, now. Focus. Don't let him know you know. Pull yourself together, Weasley. Ginny sucks in an inaudible breath, holds it until she stops feeling like she's going to throw up or cry or both, and then she's hurrying to pull on her shoes, communicator close at hand.]

You come off it. Would I ever lie to you? My most favourite brother? [Lie in of itself. She loves them all.] It's the eleventh of August, and I hope you're sitting down because I've got loads to explain to you. I'll be there in a minute.

[And, before she can smooth the edges to her voice, she adds a soft plea.]

Stay right where you are, alright?