Ginny ran up a hill that neared her house. She was upset; the boys wouldn't let her play Quidditch because she was a delicate girl. She wasn't delicate Ginny huffed silently. She had the purple bruises to prove it. She reached the top of the hill and plopped down on her butt not caring that her underwear might be showing from under the dress her mother forced her into that morning. She looked up at the sky, mindlessly watching the puffy clouds float by. Suddenly there was a shadow that was blocking her view of the sky. She sat up and glared; it was Ron, her immediate older brother. Now, Ginny was fuming. It was one thing to not let her play; it was another to brag about it.
"Ginny, we can play together if you want," Ron offered, plopping down next to the 7 year old.
"They wouldn't let you play either?" Ginny asked, turning to her right to look at Ron, excited. Maybe her brothers weren't being mean to her because she was a girl! She longed to be just like them, even going as far as cutting her hair like theirs (an event that had made their mom faint for a good minute).
"No they let me, I just felt it wasn't fair to not let you play," Ron said nonchalantly. Ginny smiled at him, he was an all right brother she thought.
Just then a voice called from the bottom of the hill. "RON ARE YOU GOING TO PLAY OR NOT?" Fred yelled.
"NOT!" Ron yelled back. Ginny's smile grew even bigger.
"WHY NOT? WE NEED YOU TO PLAY QUIDDITCH!" This was George
Ginny was getting upset, they needed Ron not her? She could play just as good as Ron, if not better. She knew she had faster reflexes than her did at least and their mom always asked Ginny to help move stuff if it was just her and Ron available.
"IF YOU WANT ME, YOU NEED GINNY TOO!" Ron screamed back. He noticed Ginny's sad face and added, "AND SINCE YOU DON'T WANT HER, LEAVE US ALONE!" with that he pulled Ginny up and they both walked into the Burrow.