"I'm positive the great Charles Arthur Weasley - the Wizarding World's greatest Dragonologist - will make sure our youth stay well informed about the true nature of dragons." Smirking, she shoved a finger in the dragon's mouth as Charlie shoved it in her face.
As he tugged her hair, Ginny swatted at his hand, before crashing against him - as lightly as she possibly could. Resting her head against his chest, she sighed, "You better not leave for good, Charlie Weasley," She said crossly, "Who is going to help me train to get on the Holyhead Harpies? Ron?!" While Ron was a decent player, he didn't have time nor the patience needed to make sure Ginny practiced and trained. George was the next choice, but he was too busy with the shop, and really... since when did George ever show a disciplined bone in his body? Bill was too busy making a family... and Percy. Merlin, Ginny couldn't even picture herself asking Percy to help her. He would probably suck all the fun out of training, and make her study some sort of quidditch books before actually taking to the sky.