Family
She took pride in being an independent woman; she flew for the Harpies and was the face of the new WonderWitch products line. She had an apartment in magical London and another one in Muggle Paris. People addressed her as Ginevra, and though everyone knew she was a proud Weasley, nobody thought of them when doing business with her. Probably because she didn't already have five kids around her or know how to cook – far from it, actually.
However, when her distressed brother called her in the middle of the night because his wife went in labour, she couldn't help but rush to the overcrowded Burrow and tug little children into bed while telling stories about the Big Bad Wolf. They were, after all, her family, and were there to support each other – even though, in her case, all her family could do was embarrass her at the Ministry balls by screaming to one another (in a rather loud voices) how caviar tasted like bogey Flavour Beans. Still, they were her family, and though she took pride on her independence, social status, and lack of a desire to find a man and have a ranch of red haired babies, she loved them.
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Meh.