Not just shorter, but also an easy target for pranks, jokes, and tricks. That was probably where her fire came from, always having to defend herself from her brothers. Fred used to say tormenting Ginny would give build her character when he was in trouble with mum anyway, He couldn't even think of the word battle, it brought back a bitter flavor to his throat and he winced, swallowing thickly. The memory was still fresh in his mind. "Did we win?" Ah the complicated questions. So many had been lost, it probably didn't feel like much of a win.
"Was he killed?" He didn't even want to say the name. It wasn't because he was scared though, it was because he hadn't yet gotten over the fact that Voldemort had been the reason in the long run that he had died. He wasn't quite over the fact that his heart actually stopped beating, That he was pronounced dead and probably even buried. The corners of his lips curved into a gentle smile at her words, his thumb brushed against her cheek gently wiping at the liquid that touched her lashes.
For a second he wanted to ask what was of George, what happened to his brother. But Ginny had her arms around him, she was crying and she had his attention. Protective older brother still very much running through his veins, he held her close and let his eyes slide shut. "I missed you.."