"Definitely not, no," Ginny laughed, taking Verity's hand and rising.
Throwing the other girl an unimpressed look at the altogether brief summation of her brother's activities, Ginny quickly asked the house elves to bring them some butter beer. And treacle tart.
She pulled out her wand and conjured two chairs from the pair of them to sit on as their food and drinks were put onto one of the huge tables in the centre of the room. "Him being George is what gets him into trouble most of the time, even with the likes of me," Ginny mentioned, taking her seat and wrapping a hand around her butter beer. "He hasn't been getting into things he shouldn't lately, has he?" she asked quietly. "I do worry about him."