"Ginny, can I tell you something?" Ron asked as they played together with her doll house.
Ginny whipped around to look at the littlest of her big brothers, anticipating that Ron was going to tell her about something that the big people talk about. "Hmm-mm," Ginny nodded eagerly. Ron continued to play with Bewbumyella, while he explained. "Ginny, I think Fred and George are going to try and play a joke on you," Ron looked at Ginny to make sure she understood. "No, they aren't!"
"What makes you think that?"
"They never play pranks on me," said Ginny.
"Well, this is a joke that runs in our family. Everyone has done it to the younger one."
"Why are you telling me?"
"Because when Fred and George did it, it was really mean."
"How mean?"
"I cried. A lot."
"But you never cry!" said Ginny as Leema waddled from side to side across the dollhouse. "Oh, trust me I cry a lot. But that time I cried a lot, a lot. Mum was so mad, she yelled at them and made them apologise to me."
"Was I there?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, but you were only little, so you won't remember. Bill was mad too, which is bad because he started the whole thing. And if you get told off by the person who made up the joke that is like, super bad."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"So, why aren't you doing it? It's your turn."
"Because I'm your brother, and I don't want to make you cry. But when Percy didn't want to do the joke on Fred and George, Charlie and Bill did it instead."
"So, Fred and George might try to take your turn?"
"Exactly. You have to swear you won't believe them when they tell you."
Ginny turned around and looked at her brother who gave her a questioning look. "Ok," Ginny nodded.
"Thanks Ginny."
"For what?" Ginny waddled Leema down the stairs.
"For not laughing when I told you I cried."
"Crying's ok."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah, I think so."