Ginny had taken a little while to get used to the choreographed dance that was Weasley-Family-Dinner. They'd had smaller, less intense versions while on the run, but her years at the Marvolo School and the Academy had wiped those from her muscle memory and she'd had to readjust. She was still getting used to some things, even two years later, but luckily, family dinner was easier for her now. Still, it meant that she was acutely aware of how overwhelmed Nevillle must be and so she reached beneath the table and put a hand on his knee as if to help ground him.
Though, when her nephew made his opinion on highchairs all too clear and Ron got hit in the nose with something small, yet durable, Ginny couldn't help but giggle.
Fleur, who was sitting between her two men, gave her son a stern look, something flashing briefly in her eyes. "Fabian, zat iz not how we behave at zee table." She said, her gentle voice full of warning. "I'm very sorry, Roonald. She said, smiling over at her brother-in-law.
Ron, for his part looked a bit surly and rubbed his nose, but muttered a "S'alright."
"See? This is why we invite Fabs to things." Ginny murmured to Neville so that her mother wouldn't hear. "He provides distraction and entertainment."