Charlie stopped in his tracks for a moment at Ginny's words. It was not that he disapproved, he was simply caught off-guard. "I see," he said, walking once more and reaching his hand up to scratch at the scruff on his chin.
Noticing the look on Ginny's face, he hoped his pause did not cause her to regret telling him. He assumed this was not something obvious and out in the open. As loud and talkative as Ginny had always been, she must have been serious enough to keep it more real.
"Have you told anyone else?" he asked quietly and curiously as they headed into the Great Hall. For the afternoon, it seemed fairly empty. Out of habit, Charlie took a seat at the Gryffindor table, making sure to sit next to Ginny rather than across from her. In a way, he would have very much liked to be the first one in the family to know about this.
Grabbing an oatmeal biscuit, Charlie grinned at his sister. "I think it's brilliant, Ginny. As long as you're happy, nothing else should matter. And who am I to judge you? My girlfriend is scaly and breaths fire."