Ginny took the glass and took a small sip, resting it on her knee as she listened to him. She wasn't a big drinker, really, but sometimes it was necessary. Like when you were having a heart to heart with a brother who felt slighted by the family and you wanted to ease the tension.
"We are older and we are...well wiser isn't a word I'd use to describe them, but I think their priorities are better in order? And you can't go on this way, Perce. Who knows how long you'll be here and it isn't like you can just...avoid them until the magic decides to send you back." She pointed out as he took a sip of his drink. "I don't like it when the lot of you fight." She added before taking a long sip from her own glass.
She almost did a spit-take when he admitted to blaming himself for what happened to Fred. "Percival Ignatius Weasley." She coughed, wiping a bit of spilled vodka from her chin. "No one is responsible for what happened to Fred except for that fecking DeathEater who dropped a wall on him, do you hear me?" Her softness had vanished and she gave him a hard look. She couldn't even believe that he could possibly think that.