"Bloody hell, I went to the library today to get going on that parchment Carrow wants in DADA by next class and it was dreadful. It's so mouldy in there, can't imagine how anyone really stands being in there. I can't be cooped up like that for too long, yeah?" She smiled brightly at Vicky. "Seems like you and I've got that in common."
"Yeah. Well, I reckon something's got to give eventually and I'm putting my bets on McGonagall whipping their sorry arses into shape in no time." Ginny chuckled. The thought of someone trying to assert control over something that McGonagall presided over made her shudder. "At least we know Gryffindor is still safe from those stupid sods."
"Maybe not a Charms Club per se... There might be a bit of discussion about a different sort of club that was around before during a particularly oppressive regime." Ginny raised her eyebrow and wiggled it, as if wordlessly trying to convey to Vicky that she wasn't just going to be leading the Gryffindor Quidditch team to victory.
Ginny flushed a bit at the suggestion she had been an above average Seeker, to say the least. "Thanks. Hopefully I can do it again, you've got to have a good Seeker and a brilliant team behind you if you want to win the Cup." When Vicky said she was going to get her equipment ready for the trials tomorrow, Ginny's face broke into a bright grin. "I'll be looking forward to seeing what you can do, Frobisher!"