"I'm guessing a simple levitation charm won't do it, eh?" Swish and flick. Oh, how he had wanted to hex Hermione during that class. It was a bloody good thing that he had no idea how to do so at the time, what with him being a proper first year and all. Not because Ron would have actually gotten away with harming Hermione, but because she'd probably knock him back one ten times worse and he certainly didn't want to ever end up on the bad end of one of her spells. Again. Ron still hadn't forgotten those canaries. Vicious, they were. "I dunno, maybe you ought to ask James to lend you a hand? He might be decent at it."
Ron didn't know how else he'd be useful in the sense of helping along with the brooms. He was well versed in Quidditch facts and history, but that was the best that Ron could do for much of anyone. And if Rose was his daughter, which she was, Ron didn't have any doubts about her being able to handle that corner of information herself. He knew that he planned on being the type of father who would teach his kid all he knew about Quidditch and the good stuff in life. Because what was life without the good stuff?