AN: This is just a short fic which I randomly thought of one day. Let me know what you think.
XD Savi
Little six-year-old Ginny walked over to the kitchen table and climbed up onto a chair. Her brothers Bill and Charlie sat on either side of her, Bill swinging his chair back and Charlie with an arm over his chair so his body was twisted. They were talking about Quidditch, and barely registered Ginny's entrance: something extremely rare for the two eldest brothers in the Weasley family.
Bill was grinning a grin that a mother would not want to see their son wear. Charlie was doing likewise, and Ginny wondered how Quidditch could make them look such.
"So, do you want to see the Harpies and Cannons match?" asked Bill leaning forwards and writing characters unknown to Ginny on a piece of parchment. "That way Ron and us are happy."
"Why would you be happy?" asked Ginny, leaning forwards in her seat in her desperation to be part of the conversation. "You guys' favourite team's Puddlemere United, so you could just go to the Puddlemere and Cannons match."
"Yeah, well, it's the way the Harpies look when they fly, Gin," said Charlie, smiling over at Bill.
"So you're willing to use the only Quidditch match we can go to for the season to watch the Harpies verse the Cannons?" asked Ginny, utterly confused.
"Yeah," said Bill and Charlie.
"The Harpies must look real good when they fly then," said Ginny.
"Oh, they do," said Bill and Charlie, as they exchanged sly glances.
And from then on, Ginny adored the Holyhead Harpies, though for a completely different reason than Bill and Charlie.