I love random stories...

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In a fit of excitement, Ginny squealed and stuck her head out of her bedroom door, her neck craning around for more visual candy (i.e. Harry).

Choruses of "Hello, mate!" and "Oh, Harry, dear," fought to be heard beneath Ginny's roost; small, electric shivers bounded around in her stomach and throat as she stepped out of her doorway.

Before her, on the floor, was a small piece of scrunched paper, which was, for the Burrow, a fairly common sight. Ignoring her obsessive cleaning urge, Ginny stepped on the paper, flattening it. It was indeed a mistake to do so.

Upon the applied pressure of her foot, the paper emitted a shrill shriek before unloading several rounds of fire-cracker noises and sparks.

Ginny made a sound that even she did not recognise; it was a mixture of a grunt and a yell, and all other sound in the Burrow stopped as her bellowing reverberated through the house.

Still yelling and completely out of control, Ginny dived headfirst down the stairs, the wood making a groaning sound as she landed near the bottom. Without any means of stopping, she continued rolling in a cannonball shape until her head met with something hard and flat.

The room stayed silent as Ginny warily opened her eyes.

A crowd of blurry faces huddled over her as someone spoke for the first time since her incredible yell.

"Hi, Ginny."

The voice was incredibly familiar, too familiar.

Ginny strained to focus her eyes.

"Step aside, step aside, boys!" Mrs. Weasley's voice said as her pear- shaped figure loomed over Ginny's head.
A burst of obnoxious laughter echoed in Ginny's head.

"Got you that time, Vi!" one voice said, pausing from laughing.

"You two boys are absolute devils! Just wait until your father gets home!" Ginny's mother yelled at the slowly focusing Fred and George, who were turning beet red from laughing so hard.

"She could be hurt!" she added, coddling Ginny's head to her bosom.

Ginny blinked and the fuzzy images were beginning to become clearer; Harry and Ron stood at her head, and Bill was leaning against the doorframe, shaking his head as a smile crept over his face.

"At least we can pay the hospital bill with our new, improved, family- tested product!" George called from he and his brother's room as their door closed.

Dizzy from the roll, Ginny struggled to stand as she braced herself with one hand. A huge lump was beginning to rise on the right side of her forehead, and Mrs. Weasley scampered out of the kitchen and eating area holding a wet cloth in one hand and her wand in the other.

"Happy birthday." Harry said in a confused and shy voice as he handed Ginny a rectangular wrapped present.

More laughter was coming from the twins' room and Mr. Weasley's car had just pulled-up outside as Ginny daintily tore at the gift-wrapping.