This one's been in my head for a long time, and I finally got it down. Again, reviews are extremely appreciated!
"I already told you, James, no!" Ginny said as she continued making dinner.
"But Mom! He's going to die soon anyways! What does it matter?" the fifteen year old whined.
"It matters because you are not killing Arnold! I've had him since I was around your age, and I can't believe that he's lived this long. I want him to live a full life," Ginny stated simply.
"MOM!" Lily shrieked from somewhere upstairs.
"What is it, sweetie?" Ginny called.
"ARNOLD IS DEAD!" she cried, running down stairs with the small, dusty pink ball of fluff cupped in her hands.
"Does this mean I can flush him down the toilet?" James asked, his face lighting up.
"NO!" Ginny and Lily both yelled in unison.
"Girls," he muttered under his breath, sulking off to the living room.
