Disclaimer: Are we just rubbing it in now??
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"Ginny Weasley! Get off of that broom this instant!" Ginny, the toddler, hovered around the room next to an exceptionally aggravated Mrs. Weasley.
"I don't know how you got one of Fred and Georges old brooms but I want you to give it to Mummy, right now!" Molly said calmly. (As she could, anyway)
"No!" Ginny squeaked in giddy laughter. Unfortunately, no, was one of the only words that she could say.
Molly couldn't deny. She was going to be a great quidditch player one day…but that's what scared her. Oh lord! She's going to end up being like the boys!
Molly plopped down on the couch,
"Ginerva, you are going to be a handful"
She didn't know how true that was.