A/N: Apart from the Magic Number Competition (we'll see), this was written for the Family Boot Camp (chosen) and the Character Trait! Boot Camp (obsessive!Lily). The challenge is to write one-shots/drabbles about each of the seven Weasley children.

Enjoy!

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"Mum! Look at this!" A tiny girl freed herself from the crowd of people and rocketed over to a cage inhabited by only slightly more tiny creatures. Even as they'd stepped through the door, Ginny had had a horrible feeling that this trip to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was a mistake.

"Honey, we can't stay long. You have fun while I go talk to your uncle George, ok?" Ginny sighed. After Lily had behaved so well on their all-day shopping trip, she felt that the girl needed a reward to make up for it. The joke shop had been a natural first choice, mainly because Lily treated it as a sort of temple to everything good. Who could blame her? The place had everything a twelve-year old could ever want.

Lily nodded, feeling slightly hard done by. As a Healer, her mother was always busy, too busy to do anything with her for the simple sake of having fun. She looked back at the cage and felt her mood lift. The pink and purple puffy creatures inside it were bobbing around happily. Just looking at them brought a smile to her face. Lily put a finger into the metal bars separating the creatures from the outside world and cooed at them, wiggling her finger as if it was a worm. One of the more colourful puffs hopped away from playing a game of what looked like catch with his friends and fixed his eyes on her fingernail, following it with his eyes as it moved. Lily giggled.

"Hello there, little puff. What's your name?"

The strangely orange puffy creature cocked its head and squeaked. It performed a surprisingly impressive backflip and rolled to the bottom of the cage. Lily looked down, following its movement, and read the sign on the bottom of the cage, "Pygmy Puffs, six sickles," it said.

"Oh! So that's what you are. I've never seen one of you before," she tried out the name, "Pygmy Puff. Kinda like a Pygmy elephant. Have you ever seen a Pygmy elephant?" The puff, seeming to find her interesting, squeaked four times and rolled around some more. Lily giggled again, "You're so cute! You're the cutest thing I've ever seen, and that includes my brother's owl. I just want to take you home with me and hug you till you're all hugged out."

Her attention was now totally focused on the Pygmy Puff and its cute little antics, so she didn't see that her mother had come back and was standing at a distance, watching her daughter. She looked nostalgic, sad almost. Ginny was remembering when she had been a chit of a girl, like her daughter was now.

Life had been good when she was a girl, or at least it had been until she had reached the end of her first year at Hogwarts. That innocence which she had had was torn away from her as soon as Tom Riddle had marked her as his. As far as she was concerned, possession was one of the worst things to happen to a person. She didn't want the same thing to happen to sweet Lily, ever.

Ginny came over to where Lily was giggling at the puff's antics, which now included twirling around and bumping into other puffs. They didn't seem to mind.

"You know, I had one of these when I was a girl," she said, crouching down next to her daughter and smiling along with her.

"Oh mummy, I want one too! Look at that one!" she pointed to the violently orange puff. "It chose me because it knows I would give it a good home."

"You're in no position to be offering anyone lodgings."

"I'd take really good care of it!"

"I got mine when I was at the grand age of fifteen. Maybe you want to wait, get something else. It takes a lot of work to take good care of a pet. What do you say about getting an ice cream?" Ginny remembered the turmoil she'd been going through when she got Arnold; the memories might be too much for her to come home to every night. Anyway, there was something inherently naughty about pygmy puffs and the effect they had on people. This was a joke shop, after all.

"No, I want it now! Please mummy, I promise I'll take care of it!" for a moment Lily abandoned her adoration of the puff and fixed her large brown eyes on her mother. This had an immediate effect on Ginny, rendering her powerless.

"Whatever you want, Lils," she kissed her on the forehead. "Now go ask that nice saleslady for help before I change my mind. I may be agreeing to this, but the responsibility is all yours."

"Yay!" Lily grabbed her pouch of money and dashed over to one of the women in magenta robes.

Ginny stared after her, not sure if she was happy or sad. On one hand, her daughter seemed to want this, but on the other, who knew how long it would last? At least she wasn't a teenager yet. She shuddered at the memory of her own teenage years. 'Treasure this while it still lasts. In a few years Lily will stop obsessing about things and start obsessing about people. That would be fine, except you can't buy people. Not with all the gold in the world.'

'We'll just have to see about that,' Ginny thought, 'after all, Harry has most of the gold in the world.'

Today Pygmy Puffs, tomorrow the world. Lily would get it all.

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Fin