Disclaimer: Not mine
Shut away in his room, Charlie breathed in the sweet air. The walk to Ottery St. Catchpool was worth the treat in his hands. Slowly sipping the thick delicacy, Charlie started when Ginny appeared in front of him. Thankful that it wasn't one of his brothers, he smiled. "What's up Gin'?"
"Can I have some?" Ginny never really beat around the bushes. It was almost painful to release the cup, the delicious steam floating away. She took a small sip and her eyes went as big as they could. She dutifully handed back the cup, but watched it longingly.
"All right, all right," Charlie said. "Go get some mugs and I'll give you some more." Ginny bobbed her head so fast Charlie was sure that her neck would snap. She scampered off and returned seconds later with huge chipped mugs.
Two weeks later, when Charlie snuck out of the house to make the trek to Ottery St. Catchpool, Ginny trotted silently beside him.