"William Arthur Weasley!" bellowed a young Molly Weasley, running around their small hut in hopes of catching a certain 4 year old boy riding a miniature broomstick.
"Mummyyy! Mummy, catch me!" giggled the little Bill Weasley, zooming around and narrowly avoiding furniture.
"Fine! Just fly around and I'll just wait here 'til you crash-"
There was a loud banging and crashing sound by their kitchen.
"I haven't even finished talking..." Molly mumbled under her breath. She took long strides over the site of commotion.
"Bill, you're such a boy!" Bill was nestled underneath a pile of kitchen utensils, a large pot on his head.
"Mummy, I'm so sorry." Bill giggled once again, his dimples by his chin showing.
"Oh fine, dearie. Don't be such a naughty boy again!" Molly lightly pinched his nose, smiling lovingly down at her first son.
She sure does hope the one in her belly now would be less rowdy.