The house was never quiet. It wasn't an insult or a compliment just a state of fact. Walking down the lane towards town the girl was reveling in the quiet. She didn't get time to herself very often and it was something she valued. Since she didn't have much money it was one of the few valuable things she had. Just a trip to the store but it was something she looked forwards to.
The town was small. It almost looked like it was out of a story book. In fact it might have been. Walking into the store the girl began to wander through grabbing things off the list that her mother had requested.
"Ginny, how are you today?" Asked a very nice old lady who appeared to only be buying peanut butter, a lot of peanut butter.
"I'm doing wonderfully Mrs. Fuller," Ginny replied walking down through the aisles once more. After about twenty minutes she had everything she needed. It was just starting to get dark out as Ginny made the walk back to the Burrow. As she got closer she heard the noises of her brothers and smiled. She always did love coming home the best.