All the Weasley children except Ginny were outside watching Bill and Charlie play H.O.R.S.E. on their brooms. They weren't letting Percy play because he didn't have a 'real' broom. He, Fred and George had toy brooms that hovered a few feet off the air. There was another old, 'real' broom in the shed but Mum didn't let anyone who wasn't 11 yet use it.

Luckily, for Bill and Charlie, Fred and George didn't want to play this time because if they had they would have taken the third broom out of the shed and fought over it which would have made Mum come out of the Burrow and yell at Bill and Charlie for not taking care of their little brothers properly. Then she would have locked all the brooms in the shed and told them to find something else to do.

But because Fred and George didn't want to play Bill and Charlie were enjoying a good game which Charlie was winning much to Bill's chagrin. Then Bill fell off his broom. He had been flying pretty high and he fell on a piece of ground which the gnomes had torn all the grass from. He scraped the skin off both his knees and one elbow and so, though he was already in his 3rd year in Hogwarts he began to cry.

He saw all his brothers look at him. Fred and George started whispering to each other in that secret language nobody could understand except them and Charlie smiled slightly as if he knew he know had information he could use as blackmail when they got back to Hogwarts after the Easter holidays were over.

Bill stopped crying immediately and tried to smile. Apparently, Ron bought the fake smile as he looked up at Bill adoringly and said, "How d'you stop being sad so quickly?"

Bill smirked. He had remembered something he had once heard somebody use. "It's easy. Y'see, whenever I'm sad, I stop being sad, and be awesome instead," he said.

Ron bounced on his feet. "I want to be awesome, too!"

Fred and George looked up at Bill, also. "Yeah, us, too," said George.

"Teach us how to be awesome, Bill!" Fred added.

Charlie had landed and was standing next to Bill with his broom in one hand. "I can teach you how to be awesome, too."

"Yes, Charlie can," Percy agreed.

"Well, the first thing you have to do in order to be awesome is learn how to play Quidditch," said Bill.

"Huh, I already know how to play Quidditch," said Fred, "An' when I go to Hogwarts I'm going to become a Beater and win you in all the games."

Bill sighed as if the time-cluelessness of his brother was one of the hardest things in the world to bear. "I'm not even going to be in Hogwarts when you go. Besides, you're going to be in Gryffindor-just like Charlie and me."

Charlie looked around. "If Ginny were here we'd have just enough players for one team. I'm going to get her." He ran into the Burrow. "Mum!" his brothers heard him shout, "I'm getting Ginny!" Then he came out of the Burrow, holding a struggling Ginny with their Mum hurrying after him.

"No," she was saying, "You cannot just take Ginny away from her coloring. What do you need...Good Heavens, Bill!" She stared at Bill's injuries. "What have you done to yourself?"

"I fell off my broom," Bill mumbled.

"And he was crying!" Fred said brightly.

"Well, I don't blame him. Look at those scrapes-all the skin's come off. Come, Bill. Let's get you cleaned up. Really, I told Arthur we shouldn't let them use the brooms alone."

Bill followed his Mum into the Burrow gladly. The hurt hadn't gone away while he had been telling his brother's how to be awesome and now that he wasn't concentrating on something else it was worse than ever. If only Fred hadn't said that bit about him crying.

Challenges: The Lolita Challenge, The 2016 Monthly Prompt Challenge

Prompts: Write about someone pretending to be bigger than he actually is, "Whenever I'm sad, I stop being sad, and be awesome instead."