Ginny sat with her playhouse in the living room one day when Fred and George joined her. "Can we play Ginny?"
"Sure," Ginny scooted back to back room for her big brothers. George picked up one of the little worn dolls. "That's Bewbumyella," Ginny told George.
"Wow," said George looking at the doll properly. Her brown hair was patchy on her pale head and what remained was tied into two little pigtails. "Who's this?" Fred held up a dark brown doll with lilac-coloured lips who was in much better condition, though still well-loved. "Leema," Ginny said rocking as the doll she was holding danced on the second story of the doll house. "Hmm, and who is that?" Fred pointed to Ginny's doll. "Nella," Ginny said.
"Are they family?"
"No," Ginny shook her head. "They are orphans," Ginny nodded as Nella banged her head against the door way.
"Oh," Fred smiled mischievously at George who nodded back at him.
"You know, Ginny, speaking of orphans, do you know any perchance?"
"No, just in the book that mum reads me."
"Well, I think you do know an orphan," said Fred.
"Who?"
"Why, you! You're adopted!" Fred poked at Ginny's side.
Ginny giggled at Fred, "no I'm not!"
"How do you know that?" George asked.
"Ron told me!" Ginny smiled at George, who looked at Fred.
"Ok Ginny, we'll talk to you later." Fred and George stood up and walk away.
"Bye!"
Fred and George bounded up the stairs to Ron's room. Ron had been enjoying his new room for the past week, a room all to himself! He felt blissful, even if they had the ghoul upstairs and Fred and George directly below him. When Fred and George burst in Ron was proudly dusting off his bookshelf. "When did you do it?" asked Fred out of breath.
"Do what?" Ron was alarmed, feared he was in trouble with his notorious brothers again.
"Tell Ginny she was adopted!" George said, his breathing was starting to get back into pace.
Ron cleared his throat and pretended he needed to turn away to wipe down his chest of drawers, "I didn't."
"What? Then why did she tell us she already knew she wasn't?"
"Well," Ron looked sheepishly at his brothers. "I didn't want to make Ginny cry, so I told her that she was never adopted… And I told her not to believe you if you told her she was."
"Ron," began Fred, "Why did you do that?" George finished.
"Why not? You said it was my turn! I did what I wanted with it."
"If you weren't gonna use it, hand it back! Like ol' Perce did when it was his turn!"
"Well, I didn't 'hand it back', you tried to take it! And I did use it! I told her the punchline before you did you joke!"
"Ok, fine Ron." Said George with a smile. Fred ruffled his head and they turned to walk out the door.
Ron sighed with relief when the door closed behind them.