[And she hauls it open immediately, ushering him in before something hears them. Ginny shuts the door, wand in hand to lock it and make sure it stays locked, and only then does she lean against it to catch her breath. Because she's only just gotten in herself, broom on the floor and clothes a little mangled (impressive scratches dragged down her neck and collarbone from where they pulled her off her broom not ten minutes ago). But she hasn't been bitten, she hasn't been killed.

And she's still grinning.]

Hi. [Leaning up, swiping a ruined sleeve across her forehead and inclining her head over.] Office upstairs, let's go. Entire place was warded by my brothers and I just added on to them, they can't get in unless we invite them through the front door.