A tiny smile twitched at the corner of her lips, as she looked up at Charlie, grateful that he noted she didn't want to go to the Burrow just yet. Scratching her nose in thought, she nodded, "Well, I would hate to cross Phlegm, I mean - Fleur. She's French, and you know what they say about the French..." Ginny left off there, because to be honest, she had no idea what they say about the French.
"Training at Shell Cottage would be interesting, all those ocean breezes would make for a challenging fly. It could help." Shrugging, Ginny placed her chin in the palm of her hand.