Day 100
For Ginny's actual birthday, they had a quiet family dinner.
"This is much better than last week's do," Hermione commented as they ate.
"You're such an old hag Hermione," Ginny laughed. "Last week was legendary!"
"Ginevra Weasley, I will not have you using language like that in my house!" Molly scolded. "Especially not in front of Teddy."
"He hasn't got a clue what I'm saying," Ginny rolled her eyes.
"Of course he has," Andromeda shook her head. "He's a very smart boy."
Teddy seemed to realize they were talking about him and smiled brightly from his highchair, banging his fists on the tray.
"Yes, you're brilliant," Ginny smiled back at him. "But you can't talk, now can you?"
"But he will," her mother insisted. "And we don't need him learning language like that."
"Yeah, we want him to speak in nothing but cockney rhyming," Charlie joked.
"Exactly," Fred agreed.
"You can just see him running around screaming about how he got kicked in the Albert Halls," George chuckled.
"That's enough!" Molly cried. "Honestly, we're trying to have a nice dinner and you're all ruining it."
"I'm having a lovely time," Ginny shrugged. "How about you, Herms?"
"I'm just peachy. Harry?"
"I'm grand."
"We're well good," Fred agreed. "Aren't we George?"
"Five to four we are."
"Oh, honestly!" Molly cried.
"Let them have their fun, Molly," Arthur chuckled. "They're not hurting anyone."
His wife sighed, shaking her head as they all continued rambling on in silly slang terms- most of which she was sure they had made up themselves.
"Hey, Gin!" Bill finally interrupted the rhyming. "What are your plans for September?"
"Well," Ginny bit her lip and looked over at Harry, who nodded encouragingly. "I didn't want to say anything until it was sure, but I have a try-out with the Holyhead Harpies."
"You're putting us on!" Fred shook his head.
"She's not," Harry grinned.
"You bloody slag!" Charlie cried, getting to his feet. "I can't believe you didn't tell us!"
He hurried around the table and pulled Ginny into a hug.
"Good on ya, Gin!" George agreed, following suit.
As Ginny was passed around the table for hugs, Harry related the story of how she had gotten a letter from a scout who had seen her play the previous year, before everything went to shit, and been asked if she would be interested in a professional Quidditch career.
"I told them I would be more than interested and she put me in touch with the Harpies," Ginny finished. "My try-out is next week."
"Well, that's wonderful Ginny!" Molly smiled, surprising everyone.
"Really?"
"Really," she nodded. "You're a brilliant Quidditch player."
"Thanks, Mum!" Ginny beamed and hugged her again.
"Well then," George smiled. "I guess it's a good thing we got you a broom for your birthday."
"You didn't?!" Ginny gasped.
"We did," Fred summoned the awkwardly wrapped gift. "Happy Birthday little sister."
"Merlin I love you two!" Ginny beamed and pulled the twins into a hug.
"We know," they grinned.