Okay, this is a short little one-shot with Ginny and Charlie learning about the ABCs. I should've made it longer, but I wanted to make it short and sweet. Okay, you may proceed. Eh, I forgot, but does Ginny have brown or blue eyes?
"Charlie."
"Huh?" asked the red head, opening one eye as he lay in the couch. He looked and saw Ginny, holding a book.
"Can you help me learn my ABCs?" the four year old child asked. "I would ask Ron, but he's taking a nap."
"So? Can't you ask Fred or George?"
"Mommy took them to the store."
"Fine then." Charlie sat up, and Ginny climbed up and settled herself on the space next to him. "Let's start with the first word." Charlie pointed at the letter 'A' which stood out in bright red.
"B?" asked Ginny innocently, staring up at him with her big brown eyes.
"It's A." Charlie muttered, not believing that his sister didn't even know the first letter of the alphabet. "Oh." Ginny answered. "This one?" he pointed at 'C' which was a blinding bright yellow.
"Uh . . . Z?"
"I'll help you. Okay, A stands for Asshole, like, 'You're such an asshole." Ginny stared at him. "What's that?" The Weasley boy made a strange face. "Uh, nothing . . " and Charlie went on, "B stands for butt, which is inside your pants."
"Butt?"
"C is for Cat, which Dad ran over yesterday because he was using the Ford Anglia and he wasn't supposed to."
"Daddy ran over my cat?" shrieked Ginny. "Uh--uh . . " Charlie stammered. "D stands for Dad who--"
"Ran over my cat!" Ginny wailed, tears falling out of her eyes. "E stands for Ew, he's--"
"Run over!" Ginny continued.
"F is for Far--"
"Away!" Ginny sobbed. Charlie rolled his eyes and continued, "G is for--"
"Gone!" the red haired girl sniffled.
"H is for--" he started, then he noticed her lower lip tremble, and then, the waterworks increased.
"Hermes is dead!" Ginny sobbed and ran away in a rush. "What did you do?" asked Bill as he walked into her room. "I was helping her with her ABCs! You can't accuse me of anything!" Charlie exclaimed.
"Let me guess, the cat?" asked Bill, raising one eyebrow. "Uh . . . " the younger boy went.
"First, Ron's dog, second, Fred's owl, and now this?" Billy shook his head. "Charlie, you suck at ABCs." Suddenly, Ron came padding up and asked, "Bill, what's an asshole?" Bill turned and glared at Charlie who laughed nervously. "It's not my fault Dad killed Sparky and Mr. Beak!" the younger brother protested. "WELL," started Bill, "You could have just pretended they ran away."
"What?" two voices cried in unison. Fred was standing in the doorway. "Dad killed Sparky?" sniffled Ron, tears beginning to form in his eyes. "And Mr. Beak?" added Fred, his lower lip trembling. Both boys broke into hysterical sobs, and Bill rushed over to comfort them. "See?" said Charlie. "It's not my fault."
