71.

The game was over, Slytherin rapturous in their win. Dismayed, Ginny sat down in the locker room where she looked down at the elbow pads, her boots, and everything she had spent time to lace-up earlier and now she had to untie them all. And with frozen, frost bitten fingers, it wouldn’t be easy at all.

Her fingers trembled as she pulled the lace of her boot, slipping every few minutes, as she had no visible control of her shaking hands. “Bloody Slytherin” she swore kicking the ground with her heel. Sighing she continued her task of untying everything.