She threw the vase at his head

She threw the vase at his head.

"You named your kid WHAT?" Ginny yelled. She was perfectly happy to have another nephew, but she thought that Ron shouldn't be allowed to name children. Ever.

"What part of 'I didn't come up with the name' did you not catch?" It figured that his sister would blame HIM for the fact that his son got a ridiculous name.

"You didn't stop her!" Ginny picked up a vase and positioned herself to throw it. She was still such a fighter sometimes – it was probably genetic, but no one was crazy enough to question it.

Ron ducked behind a couch, hoping that his sister's aim hadn't improved since the last time something like this had come up. He knew the entire situation was crazy – they weren't kids anymore. At least a vase couldn't do too much damage; at least he hoped it couldn't.

"What you mean is that I didn't win," he replied. "I tried, but for some reason she refused to listen to the idea that naming a kid Hugo is the worst thing that could possibly be done."

He'd had to stick his head up above the couch so his sister could hear him. So she threw the vase at his head. It missed, but shattered on the floor not far from where he was.