"Can't catch me!" She trilled, vaulting over the sofa in the living room of the burrow, and sticking her tongue out at him, her auburn locks a halo about her head.
"Lies. I'll get you Ginny!" Harry bellowed, thundering down the stairs and tearing after her as she fled through the kitchen, upsetting her mother's attempts at cooking.
"Ginerva!" The Weasley matriarch exclaimed, throwing her hands up in dismay as the raven haired boy stumbled past her, catching his run mid gait and straightening his shirt poorly.
"Mrs Weasley," he said to her out of breath, nodding his head in acknowledgement as he walked around her, spying Ginny's taunting face out the window, over her shoulder.
"Oh, Harry dear, do have fun won't you." Molly smiled, oblivious to his antics.