N-no! Not a bribe, I promise. I’m… (Ginny looked up to see whether he was teasing her or not, reassured by his smirk.) I used to be a witch, you understand. Then… Well, I’m not anymore, clearly, so… (She looked at him carefully, uncertain. When she began again she spoke at a much faster pace.) It might be silly to you, but I’m determined, and Katniss doesn’t want to help because she thinks I’m unable and Spencer’s far too busy with Damon whom I still find entirely terrifying so I tend to vacate the premises whenever he’s about anyway and Pansy’s been so stressed and I can’t ask her to do anything more and you’re— you’re a mentor! I mean, Haymitch was so fantastic he used to— (She inhaled sharply, gaze flickering quickly away.) …I’m s-sorry, I didn’t… Right. Yes, I’ll just hush, shall I? Yes. W-well, no! I may not be a witch anymore but I’m still a Gryffindor and a Weasley and for Merlin’s sake I better start acting like at least one of those two! I haven’t been either, of late. Not… Not at all, I haven’t been myself in the slightest. I’ve just been…hollow. (She took a breath, whispering,) So many people have died. (Then she recovered.) Goodness me, I’m entirely mad; you must think me entirely mad… What I’m trying to ask you, Gloss, is if you aren’t entirely unwilling, I’d really appreciate it if you might…teach…me…to…fight. Please.