"Rosie's reading."
"She can't read, Ron. She not even three yet."
"Well then she's either figured out how to cast a glamour to make it look like she's reading, or she really is sitting on our bed, reading away."
"She probably just remembers the words from the last time one of us read the book to her."
"It's not a book I've ever read at bedtime. She's really good, Hermione. Four syllable words, even! When did you start teaching her?"
"But I – I didn't start yet. I was going to wait until after her birthday. Are you sure she's not just making the words up to match the pictures?"
"There are no pictures."
"What in Godric's name is she reading?!"
"One of your Muggle ones, I think. What d'you call it, a soft cover? Green with mountains on it."
"Ron – she's never – is it – is it The Hobbit?"
"That's the one! You two can talk about it now. Start a book club."
"But – but – I couldn't manage The Hobbit until I was six!"
"Oh come on, Hermione. Don't sulk. I'm sure this is average for a Weasley."
"I can't believe it. I can't believe it! But she couldn't have understood it, surely?"
"Think she might have. Wants to go to some place call the Shire on holidays by the way, can we afford that?"
"She what? I'm never going to get over this. She's not even three!"
"I think we might need to update her reading material, what d'you reckon?"
"Oh no! I read her that Lola Goes To Hogsmeade book last night. She must have been bored silly if she's able for Tolkien. I can't believe she's so advanced already! Are you really serious?"
"Nah, not really, I'm just having you on. You should've seen your face though - priceless!"
"… Ronald Weasley THAT WASN'T FUNNY!"
"Yes it was - you were so jealous!"
"You – you - I won't a word that comes out of your mouth ever again, Ron!"
"She really is reading though. But it's the Happy Hippogriff book. Sat beside her and she pointed to every word as she said them. Clever little thing, isn't she?"
"… I need to sit down."