Ginny was walking alone, not on patrol, just taking a walk to stay awake. She looked like normal; pretty, overworked, and tired. She swung her arms slightly, and looked at the sky.
She missed so many people, it wasn't even funny.
She paused, smelling something familer. She knew the sent of blood well, and walked towards it, her manner changed. She crept almost quietly now, but purposly making her footsteps loud.