She chuckled at the idea of her 'attacking' Ginny. It would only ever happen on the pitch and during pillow fights, so she had little to worry about. Other than simple old disapproval.
She accepted the kiss willingly. "Yes sir. Whatever you say, Sir," she teased, giving him a playful swat on the rump. She turned back to her breakfast, which still looked and smelled delicious. Her appetite had been curbed by the news and her reaction to it, but she would make herself eat - both because she needed to, and to make George happy.
"You just let me know when I need to be gone, and I'll be out of your hair so you can open her up."