"Who could hate you?" Ginny half-teased giving him a gentle nudge. "We'll have to find jobs. Real ones." She said, though her voice sounded more hopeful than worried. She wasn't quite qualified to get paid for anything at the hospital, but she could find work doing something. She had skills. Albeit, they were somewhat limited, but she wasn't completely useless. "And Mum's insisting on Sunday dinners at the Burrow, so we'd have to be at least close enough to manage that."