I am not the brilliant J.K. Rowling or the General Mills company so I do not own Harry Potter or Cheerios.
Chapter One: Ginny's Birthday
It was the same month as Ginny's birthday, which she was really looking forward to.
"Look at the calendar Hun, it's almost your birthday!" said for the umpteenth time.
"I know when my own birthday is mother," Ginny said with a mouthful of cheerios.
"Better get started on that wish list," molly said to her daughter.
"Mum, don't you think I'm a little too old for a 'wish list'" at that moment Ron walked into the kitchen with a tee, boxers, and messy hair.
"Ron, did you ever think of getting dressed or fixing your hair?" questioned his little sister.
"I'm wearing clothes aren't I?" said Ron
"Well yes bu-"
"My hair has a fix doesn't it?"
"Sure but sti-"
"I rest my case."
"Ron, why do you have to be so stubborn?"
"I'm your brother" Ron said while chugging milk out of the carton. "It is my job."
