If I owned Harry Potter, I would be drinking butterbeer every day. Sadly, I'm not.
"Ginevra Weasley, Hold still!" Molly Weasley said, annoyed at her daughter's struggle to free herself from a frilly, blue dress. The dress seemed to consume the small redhead, as the puffy material seemed to create the illusion of a dress made of blue cotton candy with a red crown.
"No mummy, I wanna play outside with Ron!" Ginny said as she struggled out of her mother's grasp.
After wrangling her 8 year old into the bo-peep styled dress, she quickly put a few charms to keep to dress on, clean, and wrinkle free for the day. "Your Aunt Muriel expects you to have your dress on today, hold still Ginny," She said, exasperated at her struggle to keep her daughter still while brush her hair and securing a bow. Ginny whimpered as her red locks were pulled. "Now dear, you look lovely. Go show your father how pretty you are: And no going outside. I'll be in the kitchen, finishing dinner if you need me." Molly concluded, hoping that her charms would stay.
"Hmph." Ginny murmured, livid at her defeat. Outside her bedroom window, she saw all 5 of her brothers playing quidditch, Percy reading a book under an apple tree. Sighing, she began to go over her options. Stay inside in the itchy dress? No. Go to daddy and convince him to remove the vile dress? No, mummy would kill him. Go outside and see if Bill can help? Yes, he loves his Gin-Bug. After carefully going down the vines on the side of the house through her window, Ginny found Bill leaning against the tool shed, talking to Charlie. Making a quick dash across the orchard, away from her mother's wandering eyes; Ginny tossed a few berries to gain his attention.
"Ginny, what are you wearing?" Bill exclaimed, surprised at the volume of the dress threatening to topple the 8 year old.
"Mummy wants me to wear this for Aunt Muriel. But I think she's off her rocker. Can you help me, please Bill? I wanna play quidditch too, with the big boys." Ginny said in a pleading voice, complete with her puppy pout.
"Well, I'll take it off for a few hours. Stay out of mum's sight. And you'll need to put the dress back on before Aunt Muriel come. Got that Gin?"
"Yes Billy, now hurry: It itches." She said begging.
Dressed in a simple shirt and shorts, Ginny played with all her brothers, zooming across the field, secured in front of Bill on his broom; switching with Charlie midway through the game. Hours later, a frazzled Ginny Hurriedly put back the cotton candy-Blue dress. Coming after her mother's voice, she stands in front of her Great-Aunt Muriel's critical eye. Taking in the sunburned face, lopsided bow, twigs and grass in the hair, scabby knees, and bruised lip, Molly gives a piercing glare toward her direction. Ginny scruffs her too-small black shoes, and waits for her Aunt Muriel's verdict.
"Ginevra, a proper girl as yourself shouldn't be playing rough outside: Especially in that dress young lady. I expect you to be still under my watch." The elder said forcefully, appalled at the girl's appearance. "I expect dinner is ready molly? I'm a 99, I shouldn't be standing." Muriel finished, walking towards the kitchen, disapproving everything she sees.
Looking back at her daughter, she quickly says, "Ginny! I specifically said for you not to play outside, especially with your aunt coming today. What do you have to say for yourself young lady?"
"Well Mummy, I would first go to Fred and George, they're putting a firecracker under Auntie." Ginny said to remove the attention from herself. As soon as her mother ran to the mischievous boys, Ginny said to herself, " And that I'm one of the boys to Mum"