The Mischievous Ginny

It was an ordinary day in the Weasley house, well as ordinary as it gets. Bill and Charlie were out in the backyard playing Quidditch, Percy was reading, the twins were pranking, Ron was complaining and Ginny, well what she was doing was probably the oddest of them all.

She had just had her fourth birthday and would tell anyone who would listen that she was now a big girl because she was four. Anyway, what she was doing today would make Fred and George proud any day.

Her mother was very busy this day, after all, seven magical children are a lot to handle. Amidst the confusion, Ginny had managed to get a hold of her mother's wand. Well not somehow. She had gone into the kitchen where her mother was busily working and picked it off of the counter. She was currently just sitting in the living room with her new Quidditch Girl Superstar dolly and her mother's wand.

At such a young age, she still didn't have a grasp on just what magic was but all the same playing with her mother's wand was fun. In her four year old mind, she thought that if she just wished for something it would happen. So in order to test this, she wished her dolly's hair blue. And it was no shock when it happened.

Deciding to see what else she could wish, she pointed the wand discreetly towards Ron and wished his hair black, like the Boy-Who-Lived she had heard so much about. She giggled when it changed and continued on with her mischief.

She wished the couch pink with purple polka dots. She wished the clock rainbow colored and she soon made her way out of the living room and into the other room before the new and 'improved' changes were noted.

….

Molly was in the kitchen working on a lunch for her brood. She was just reaching for her wand when she noticed it was missing. She stood there for a moment and thought to when she had last seen it.

'That's it,' she thought. 'I last saw my wand when Ginny was in the kitchen.'

"Ginny! Ginny, dear, have you seen my wand?"

"No Mummy," Ginny answered while trying not to giggle in that 'oh my goodness I just fibbed' way that a four-year-old has.

It was then that her mother entered the living room and saw Ginny's changes. Although she didn't think it was Ginny. She assumed it was Fred and George the resident pranksters.

"Fred and George Weasley! Get your behinds down here," Molly Weasley screeched.

"Yes,-" Fred said.

"Mum?" George finished.

"What have you two done to my living room?"

"We didn't do-" George said

"Anything to your living room," Fred said.

"But it looks-" George said.

"So much better," Fred said.

"Like this," they finished in unison.

"I don't think it's better and unless I hear some explaining from you two in the next few minutes you will have hexed behinds when I locate my wand."

"We haven't seen it, honest mummy," said George.

"What he said."

"If you do see my wand, bring it directly to me. I'll be upstairs."

…..

While Fred and George were receiving a severe talking to from their mother, Ginny was continuing her improvements upstairs in Ron's room. The wall was a nice cream color but Ginny thought it should be orange because as Ron always said "Cannons Rule!" and she knew that was his favorite Quidditch team.

With a simple 'wish' the room was bright Cannons orange. Ginny also then wished Ron's bed orange too. Soon, the whole entire room was Cannons orange and with a satisfied smile she left his room to continue her 'improvements.'

It was then, just as Ginny left her room that her mum came up and saw Ginny with her wand.

"Ginevra Molly Weasley! What are you doing with my wand?"

"I don't know."

"Didn't you tell me before that I was looking for it?"

"Yea."

"And did you have it?"

"Yea."

"Why did you lie to me, Ginny?"

"'Cause I was decor…decorate… changing stuff."

"But honey, it was the way it was because it was supposed to be. I didn't want it changed. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mummy."

"Now you know you will have to go on time out, right?"

"Yes…"

"Mum!" Ron yelled as he had somehow walked past them. "My room! It's orange!"

"I know, Ron. Ginny did it with my wand. Say sorry Ginny."

"Sorry," Ginny said with a sad face.

"I like it! Thank you, Ginny. Cannons Rule!"

Once Ron had thanked Ginny, a huge smile graced her face.

'Imagine that,' Molly thought. 'He actually likes it. I guess now wouldn't be a good time to tell him that we have to change it, would it?'