A/N: This is going to be a collection of one shots all relating to the next generation of the Potterverse. The characters will change each day. I hope you enjoy! Feel free to suggest a pairing for me to tackle and/or a certain situation. I would love to have more to write!

Note: Most of the pairings will not be romantic. These stories are mostly about family and relationships between different members of the Weasley clan.

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, JK Rowling does.

Molly and Lucy

It was one thing to hum quietly to oneself while completing a task.

It was something else entirely to sing, loudly and off key, a song to which one apparently does not know the words.

"Lucy, I implore you to stop singing that stupid muggle song! Please!"

The singing stopped abruptly. "No," Lucy called through the wall. "I quite like it, and I think you would too, if you just heard it." Lucy started her song again, and Molly was sure she could hear the heavy footfalls of her sister leaping about the room in a self-styled interpretive dance.

"Well, your singing isn't going to make me want to listen to it, so please, I beg of you, STOP SINGING!" The singing stopped and Molly went back to studying for her upcoming spring semester in blessed silence. She was engrossed in a history about the oldest wizarding war; the battles were gruesome, the magic was raw and barbaric, and the wizards were horrible.

It was fascinating.

Until she was torn from the pages of her book by her sister who was starting on another, completely different muggle song. "That's it," Molly said menacingly, slamming her book shut. She needed peace and quiet if she was going to get ahead in her education. Molly marched over to her sister's room and threw open the door, revealing Lucy on her messy, unmmade bed painting her nails. "You need to shut up, Lucy," Molly said slowly, accenting each of her words with annoyance. She was glaring at her sister, almost daring her to say no again.

Lucy just stared at her sister for a few moments, and then smiled. "Oh, hello Molly! What a surprise to see you here; I never would have guessed you would bother to venture over to my room. I know how much you dislike the mess."

Her sister seemed not to understand the gravity of the situation she was facing. Molly took a deep breath. "Do you agree to stop singing those ridiculous muggle songs?"

"If you'd like I could sing some of the wizard hits."

"You misunderstand me. I just want you to stop singing. I can't hear myself think, and I need to think to make sure that I will remain the best! Do you get it, now?"

Lucy shrugged and went back to painting her nails. "I don't particularly care… you could always go to the family library to study, you know. It's my house too. I can sing, in my room, if I want to."

Molly took her wand out of her pocket. "Is that your final response to my inquiry?"

"Yes. So you can go shove your-"

"Petrificus Totalus," Molly said smugly, aiming her wand at her younger sister. Lucy's body became rigid and straight as a board, and her nail polish fell to the floor, adding a colorful spill to the rug. Molly could see her sister staring at her angrily, but she didn't care.

As long as she had perfect silence.