Ginny is four, Bill is fifteen, and Charlie is thirteen.

Hope you enjoy.

NURSE

And then my husband-God be with his soul!

A' was a merry man-took up the child:

'Yea,' quoth he, 'dost thou fall upon thy face?

Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;

Wilt thou not, Jule?' and, by my holidame,

The pretty wretch left crying and said 'Ay.'

(1.3.5)

Little Ginevra Weasley toddled upon uncertain feet down the rickety hallway, taking great care to smack her little hand against the walls after every sigh that passed from her rosy lips. For what reason did she do this? Why, there was none, of course! She was simply a babe, barely within her prime as a toddler. Even the words that came from her mouth displayed this happy little fact, and it is with great pleasure that her mother uttered it.

"Oh, my little dear is four! Four!"

If one listened closely, with their heads placed upon the floorboards, they could hear her below, announcing to a room of crisp, elderly women. It was, apparently, her turn to host her mother's book club, which she had joined reluctantly. That left her youngest child alone, without her only playmate. Molly had told the girl, earlier, to 'run along' and 'play with Ronniekins!' in a rather quick tone, knowing very deeply that her flame-like girl was going to do neither.

She wouldn't play with Ronald because he was boring. Fred and George refused to let her touch anything, which was a major issue. Their whole existence revolved around what they could mess around with! Percy, of course, would boss her around, which was not something she was looking forward to. Now, that only left the other two. Bill and Charlie.

Feet toddled towards the stairs, where she then struggled her way up to the third floor. It wasn't really her fault, the difficulty in traveling upstairs. Her feet were too short, the steps too spaced. When she was older, she'd certainly appreciate the distance- it was a workout, and sometimes appreciated. Once her trek had been completed, the child pressed a hand against the woodwork of her eldest brother's door.

"Bill? Bill? Bill? Bill?"

He answered immediately, by use of Charlie, who was still wearing his pyjama bottoms. It seemed to her that they had been in deep conversation, because both were staring intently at the girl, with the younger finishing a statement.

"- and I don't think Mum'll appreciate if I ask Dad about snogging a girl. Hence why I came to you."

Her little head tilted upward, and curls were ruffled as she was granted admission. The words didn't make much sense to her- snogging? - little mind, so they had no fear with continuing the conversation.

"How do you think I feel? I can't do much without her on my back. Do you have a girlfriend, Bill? Kissed any nice ones? Any friends?" the giant sighed, and led the child forward, placing her on his lap.

"If only she wasn't so over-bearing."

They both nodded, and then continued to discuss something a little more risqué, which was clearly going over the little girl's head. With all of this boring her to death, she attempted to jump off the lap, and onto the bed, where her chubby thighs did not fit. Ginny went tumbling down, and fell onto her face, causing laughter from both of her brothers.

Bill plucked her up calmly, and, with a sudden smirk, announced, "Did you fall on your face?"

It was clearly a reference, to what, neither of the others knew. But the girl nodded, and she attempted a little wail, with her words muddled. "Yeah."

He repeated it, with a laugh, and brushed the dust off the little one's patchwork dress. "Someday, you'll be falling backwards, and with someone else. Hmm?"

And she nodded again, her red little eyes alight with tears and wonder. And she repeated her word. "Yeah."

Aye, it was short, but I adore it.

Sorry.