Charlie kind of stared at Ron in confusion. Get her what now? Maybe he was hallucinating like Ginny said.
He left that alone, though, to roll his eyes at his brother. "Okay, Mum, I'll go find a girl. Easy as going to the market and getting milk." Charlie managed to awkwardly cross his arms over his chest. "Too late, I already found a dragon to love. That's her miniaturized self-portrait," he said, nodding at the stuffed dragon Ginny had brought him sitting on the side table above the photographs. As if on cue, it huffed out a bit of fire. "That's right, baby, you show him your goods."