Unfortunately, I do not own the Weasleys.†
JK Rowling does.
A/N: Yay!† My first story at the ĎQuill!† I am indebted to my beta reader, Felina
Black-sorry for taking so long to get this posted.† Thanx also goes to my sister, for her support, and to my dad, for
putting up with my feverish writing on Thanksgiving so I could get this
submitted.† Please review!
By Other Girl
Quidditch game with Hufflepuff is going to be a disaster, Ginny thought wearily as
she came down from the Girlsí Dormitory. She stopped at the bottom of the
stairs and performed a quick drying spell on her hair. Although the noise level
was muted, she could clearly hear the conversations that were nearby.
here?† Good. We were watching their
practice." That was definitely Fred. "Theyíre going to be
slaughtered." And he was talking about her. Again. "Theyíre complete
rubbish without us." The worst part was that he was right.
Ginny slipped out
very quietly so she could hide in her favorite nook under the stairway.
Ginnyís not bad," said George. "Actually, I dunno how she got so
good, seeing how we never let her play with usÖ"
breaking into your broom shed in the garden since the age of six and taking
each of your brooms out in turn when you werenít looking." Ginny would
love to see the look on Fred and Georgeís faces when Hermione said that.
Especially when Georgeís reply came as a faint, "Oh. Well-thatíd explain
it." Even Fred and George would be impressed with that one.
wouldíve preferred it if they had just let her play in the first placeÖ
canít I play?† I want a turn riding, and
you never let me play!"
times do I have to tell you, Gin, youíre too young to ride a broom."
Ronnieís been riding since he was five and Iím six so Iím old enough."
different. Youíre not old enough and thatís final." This time Charlie came
to Billís aid. As she looked to the rest of her brothers for support, she knew
she wouldnít be riding with them that day.
she yelled, and stomped off to ask her Mum or Dad for help.
When she was
halfway down the hill, she heard Fred and George yell at her to wait up. She
sped up, ignoring them, but they were bigger and caught up pretty quickly.
you guys, if youíre not going to let me ride you could at least leave me
alone," she yelled.
in a bad mood," commented George, while Fred simply said,
walking, determined not to cry. All she ever wanted was to play with them and
they never let her. It wasnít her fault she was the youngest.
Gin. We have a deal for you. If youíll help us with a, erm, joke, weíll talk to
Bill and Charlie about letting you ride.†
have to promise not to tell anybody," added George.
would I have to do?" she asked cautiously. It was better not to plunge
into things headfirst where Fred and George were concerned.
have to promise not to tell anyone. You donít have to do it, but you have to
promise not to tell."
I promise not to tell."
know, George. Should we trust her?"
sure Fred, should we?"
pinky-swear! Will you just tell me already?"
need to be such a grouch."
yell so loudly. They might hear you." Ginny sighed impatiently. It was
alright. Weíve decided that Ronís being really annoying about the Cannons
hasnít decided that?" she retorted.
thought weíd bring him down a notch," said George, ignoring Ginnyís comment.
So youíre job is to write stuff about the Cannons on his walls. Weíll take care
of the diversion."
the point of a diversion if weíre going to get caught anyways? I mean, writing
on the walls is pretty obvious, and its not like Percy would do it."
if no one but Ron can see itÖ"
canít punish us for it, can they?" finished Fred. They were doing that a
how are you going to pull that one off? Itís got to be pretty advanced
mag-oh." On their last trip to Diagon Alley, Fred and George had put their
money together to buy some very expensive ink that could only be seen by the
person who wrote the message and the person it was addressed to.
"But-never mind." Mum had bought an eraser that would reveal the ink
after Fred and George had left the store. But they wouldnít listen to her if
she told them, and Mum probably wouldnít think to use it anyway-she would just
think Ron was making up stories again. It was perfect. "All right. Iíll do
Here was her
chance to prove herself to Fred and George. Nothing was going to go wrong this
time. "So, what are you going to do for a distraction?"
nothing much. Certainly not anything we could get in trouble for," quipped
Oh so thatís what
this is about, Ginny thought.† Get
themselves out of the line of fire so theyíll still go to Diagon Alley today if
something goes wrong.† She could
still back out of itÖbut did she really want to? She realized Fred was talking
Mumíll fuss over us for at least fifteen minutes. We can guarantee twenty
minutes. That includes your time to sneak in and back out. If all goes well,
they wonít even know youíve been in the house."
questions? Twenty minutes to get in, write the messages, and get out. Remember
to write ĎRoní before you write anything else, not even a spot of ink, else
Mumíll be able to see.† Not a spot,
right, I get it. Keep your voice down, weíre almost home." What was the
diversion again? Oh yeah, get scratched up and then go crying to Mum.
ButÖ"You two do realize she wonít believe you if you go crying to her? You
never do that."
weíre not, Gin," scoffed Fred. "Werenít you listening?" George
was scowling at her. "Weíre going to get hurt in front of Mum. Of course
sheíll believe us then."
deeply. Already things were going wrong. Did they think she was stupid? Just
because she was younger, didnít mean she couldnít do anything they could do.
She would just have to prove it to them. "Yes, of course I was
listening," she mumbled.
werenít," George replied cheerfully. "Right, so, go around to the
whistle when youíre ready."
but whereís the ink?" Ginny smirked as Fred and George looked at each
other, mortified, and George brought out a small bottle of ink from his pocket
and handed it to her. So they hadnít thought of everything, after all.
"And can I borrow a quill? I donít have one with me." She smiled
innocently. Fred mutely handed one to her. Both of them had turned as red as
right, off you go then Gin," George said weakly. "Donít forget-"
whatever, I know," she replied. Ginny made her way to the side of the
house, intent on her plan. She took a deep breath, the whistled loudly. She
waited a minute for Fred and George to get Mum out of the house, then slipped
inside quickly and quietly.
upstairs as quickly as she could, Ginny got to Ronís room without
incident.† And now for the fun part.
"Ron, The Cannons are reelly stupid. They stink and you know
"Ron, The Cannons are a bunch of louse Quafle-hogs with big
"Ron, Know how the Chudley Cannons got their name? Itís becuse they
need Cannons to hit a Bludger the rite way. And even then theyre so slow they
"Ron, Everybody hates how you talk about the Cannons all the time.
If you want to go nuts over a looser team, then poo for you, but we donít want
to here about it. You woodent want everybady to be mad at you, wood you.. From
back to look at her work. Perfect. The messages were clever, but didnít sound
like things she would say, and the handwriting didnít look like hers at all
(though that was mostly due to the fact that it was hard to write on walls).
This work was definitely worthy of Fred and George.
As Ginny turned
to leave, she tripped over some of Ronís dirty socks, almost dropping her quill
and ink. She frantically righted herself, then corked the ink.† She didnít notice a drop of ink fall on the
She checked her
watch. Three minutes to get out of the house. Okay. She could do this. Ginny
braced herself, then started running down the stairs as quickly as she could
without making too much noise.† She
paused and walked very slowly by Percyís room, then ran the rest of the way
downstairs, out the door, and into the cover of the trees just in time to hear
Mum say, "Are you sure youíre all right George? That was a pretty nasty
I was only a few feet up when I fell."
really didnít need to call Dad out here, either," added Fred.
let me be the judge of that," she snapped. "George could have been
seriously injured, and I hope youíve learned a good lesson from this."
chance to enter, Ginny emerged from the trees before her mother got started.
"There you are Mum. Iíve been looking all over for you." As Molly
turned around, Ginny winked at her very relieved looking twin brothers. That
was sure to win points with them.
dear. Did you need something?"
wondering when weíre leaving for Diagon Alley."
thought weíd leave around noon-thatís in about an hour. I thought we could have
a nice lunch, go shopping for a while, then get some ice cream at Florean
Fortescueís before we leave to celebrate your Daddyís promotion. How does that
sound to you?"
sounds fine-but I donít know what I should wear. Can you help me find some nice
Ginny glared at him. She was doing this to help him, after all. It wasnít as if
she actually liked Mum fussing over her.
course, dear. Come with me and weíll pick out a lovely outfit for you to
later, Ginny had tried on several different colours of robes, none of which she
chose a moment when she had normal robes on to come in her room without
bothering to knock.
mummy, come see. Someoneís wrote mean things on my walls." Finally. This
would certainly be interesting, at the very least.
Ron. And donít be ridiculous. Who would want to write on you walls?"
d-dunno. But th-they wrote really m-mean things about the C-Cannons, a-and said
I sh-should stop liking them. And, oh Mummy," he said, finally starting to
cry, "they ruined my Cannons poster."
right, dear, calm down. Letís go and have a look. But this better not be one of
starting to feel a little guilty. She hadnít meant to actually make him
cry-just to deflate him a little. And if she thought about it, it really wasnít
very nice to get him in trouble like this just before they went to Diagon
Alley-it meant Ron would almost certainly not be going this time-in fact, it
was downright mean.
It was exactly
what Fred and George had planned for.
She was not
surprised that despite Ronís assurances of "Of course itís not a tale,
Mummy," her mother became deadly quiet upon entering the room.
see any writing, Ronald," Molly whispered. "Are you quite sure this isnít
one of your tales?"
can see the writing right here. And here, and here, and over there. You mean
you canít see it?
Molly shook her
head tightly; Ron looked to Ginny, who, after a short pause, also shook her
head. Poor Ronnie. He really didnít deserve this, but Ginny had promised.
you canít see it, how come I can?" he asked
desperately wanted to scream at him, "Shut up! Canít you see youíre making
it worse for yourself?"
even see that spot on the ground there? I didnít spill that. Really I
down at the floor, alarmed. Had she spilled ink when she slipped? If she
had-drat, she could see it, and it wasnít addressed to Ron, which meant Mum
could see it too.
do those notes have your name at the top, by any chance?"
they all do, that one says-"
my room by my bed youíll see a small bag with a blue eraser in it. Could you
bring me the eraser please?"
Mum." Ginny gulped and fled.
"Fred?† George? Get up here this instant." Oh
no, even the neighbors could hear that.
On her way
downstairs, Ginny passed Fred and George. †They glowered at her.
didnít! I wouldnít! She figured it all out by herself, I swear!"
By the time
Ginny came back with the eraser, Molly was yelling at the twins, who were
making feeble protests. Molly had Ron show her where the writing was, erased
it, then continued to berate the twins.
They were both
glaring at Ginny. She would have to confess. She did technically do it, after
stay out of this."
did it." The only sound was of Mollyís heavy breathing.
how could you?"
Ginny hung her
head. "I-I snuck into Fred and Georgeís room and stole their ink.† Then I came up here and wrote on the walls.
Iím sorry." Ginny refused to look at anyone, but instead stared at the
spot she had spilled on the floor. "I-I guess I wonít be going to Diagon
Alley.Ē† And she handed the quill and
ink to her mother as proof.
think not! I am very disappointed in you, Ginny. You will go to your room and
write a full apology to Ron for writing on his walls and to Fred and George for
stealing their ink, explaining why you made such bad decisions.† And you can be sure I'll read them. And the
rest of you-get ready to leave."
back to her room, dejected. She supposed she deserved it, but it was all the
twinsí fault. She had been really looking forward to that ice cream, too. Oh,
And she was so
mad at them for convincing her to do this. She was sure they wouldnít talk to
Bill and Charlie for her.
By the time
everyone was ready to leave, Ginny had finished her letter to Ron and was well
into the twinsí. Arthur came in to say goodbye, and she looked down. He was
going to be so disappointed in her.
He sat down
next to her and said, "You didnít do it, did you." It wasnít a
question. But she would give the expected response, even though the twins
werenít going to even thank her for getting them out of trouble. How had it
gone so wrong?
I did," she mumbled.
wasnít your idea. Itís not like you to do something malicious. So whose idea
was it?" Ginny stared at the desk, hands clenched.
have to tell me. Although Iím sure it would be a lot easier to keep a secret if
you were thanked for it by some certain nine-year olds." Ginny looked up
at him sharply. He was smiling.
youíve learned youíre lesson from this, so Iím sure I donít need to ask you if
something like this is ever going to happen again, do I?" She stared at
him as he dropped his voice to a whisper. "I think what you did today was
very honourable-in fact, I believe it deserves some ice cream." She
grinned. He tickled her. "You like chocolate, right?"
She nodded. At
least she would still get ice cream.
Percy will watch you while weíre gone-he didnít want to go. Will you be all
Daddy. Have a nice time and-Iím sorry. I didnít mean to make Ronnie cry."
worry, honey, itís nothing that canít be fixed." He gave her a hug, then
left, shutting the door behind him.
It wasnít fair!
All she wanted to do was ride a broomstick, and they never let her.
her letter, then decided that if her brothers wouldnít let her ride a
broomstick then she would do it herself.†
Percy was probably reading in his room-to check this she poked her head
in to ask about food and was told to leave him alone, find lunch in the
kitchen, and "not get any ideas about my walls."
Good. That got
him out of the way, which gave her at least a few hours before the rest of the
family came home. Ginny grabbed some bread in the kitchen and snuck out to the
garden broom shed, taking care to stay out of sight of Percyís window. She took
out her hairpins and used them to juggle the lock on the door until it opened
(this was a trick she had learned from her Muggle friend Amy down the street-it
wouldnít work if someone had made any effort to magically seal the door, but it
was just a broom shed so there was no worry about that. Maybe she would show
Fred and George sometime if they were nice to her).
Charlieís broom-his was the best since he was Quidditch captain-and
walked up the hill, where she then proceeded to mount the broom without any
Taking off was
harder, as she wasnít exactly sure what to do. She finally gave the ground a
lifted off the ground.
experimented a little with movement, and after a few minutes she could turn up,
down, left, or right, and easily land and kick off.
going a little higher. This was amazing-she could stay up here for hours.
After half an
hour of experimenting with tricks she had seen her brothers do, including a
vertical loop-the-loop, Ginny wondered if she could do a dive.
She went up
just past the tree line, then pointed her broom downward and pushed forward-she
was hurtling toward the ground at top speed.†
Just before she wouldíve crashed, she pulled up out of the dive,
Ginny flew back
up towards the top of the tree, hair streaming behind her, to dive again.† Her ponytail holder must have fallen out somewhere.† She yawned, letting go of the broom. She
tipped backwards, falling off the broom and into the tree.† She reached up and caught it just before it
flew out of her reach, then promptly dropped it.
Good thing nobody else was there to see. She was going to have to climb down
the tree. How embarrassing. She just hoped the broom wasnít broken. Then she
would really be in trouble.
and several scratches later, Ginny remounted her broom.† She was very lucky it wasnít broken. She
pushed off with difficulty, then fell flat on her arse.† She got up and tried again, but could barely
push off. She was exhausted.
she muttered. "Guess itís time to call it quits." She trudged down
the hill to the broom shed, promising herself she would do this again.
When Molly came
in an hour later to check on Ginny and deliver her ice cream, Ginny was sound
asleep on her bed with a book in hand.
dear, wake up. Would you like your ice cream now or after dinner?"
a Freezing Charm on it then. How was your afternoon?"
Which was a huge understatement, but whatever. "I finished the letters,
had some lunch, and read a book about this Muggle criminal who stole money from
people and then gave it back. Or something like that." And rode a
broomstick. No wonder she hadnít really been paying much attention to the book.
good dear. Dinner will be in half an hour."
think I could ride a broomstick soon? Ron got to when he was five."
right dear, but not today."
mean some other day."
fine dear. Now why donít you wash up and come help me with dinner? And how on earth did you get so
smiled and followed her mom downstairs.
Ginny smiled to
herself-that had been quite a day.† It
had been the first of many flying days to come.