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First Words
Ginny Weasley was only 4 months old when her first Christmas came around. Her older brothers, the youngest being 2 ½, were surrounding the tree and wrapping paper was strewn across the room. Bill was eating some Pumpkin Pasties, Charlie was handling his new Cleansweep, Percy read in the corner about trolls, Fred and George had mysteriously disappeared into their bedroom, and Ron was fast asleep with a ring of mysterious blue coloring around his mouth.
"Once upon a time-" Molly started telling the infamous tale of Harry Potter. At one point Ron woke up and started listening.
"I bet Harry Potter got everything he wanted for Christmas!" Ron said when his mum had finished speaking.
"And you didn't, Sweetheart?" Molly asked as bounced baby Ginevra on her knee.
"I had a secret wish for Saint Nicholas. I wanted Ginny to talk! I bet Harry could get her to do anything he wanted!" pouted Ron.
"Ronald, she'll talk when she's ready! That's not something that just happens! Trust me, she'll talk soon enough and then you wish she wou-"
"Won."
"Ginny?"
"Won! Won! Won!" she cried. Her pudgy fists reached for her brother.