Ginny hissed in pain and looked down at her leg. She'd scraped it something good. A bit of blood, but she'd had worse. It stung and she could feel a trickle of blood making it's way towards her ankle, but she refused to worry about that right now. She'd get it fixed later. For the moment, she had a brother to put back in his place.
"I'm fine." She called out, turning her broom around to face Charlie's. "Two out of three. And I'll stop going easy on you, old man." She teased with a grin.