A/N: My sister, ColouredSoul, and my friend/best beta ever, Literary Portals, both laughed like maniacs when they read this one. I hope you like it as well as they do. Reviews pleasey-weasy!
An explosion of angry childish screams rent apart the uncharacteristic silence one afternoon at the Burrow. A seven-year-old boy with flaming red hair tore down the staircase, his six-year-old sister in hot pursuit. The girl was wielding a hot pink hobby-horse, hitting her brother over the head with it whenever she could reach him. Her mouth was open in a scream of pure fury, and the boy was bellowing in pain. Upon reaching the foot of the stairs, he fell in a heap. His sister began to beat him viciously with the hobbyhorse.
"Won! You pwat! I hate you! Nathty, nathty boy!"
"MUM! MUM!" bellowed Ron. "Ginny's killing me! MUM!"
Mrs. Weasley burst in, wielding a wooden spoon. "That's ENOUGH! Ginny!" she cried.
Ginny ignored her, and Ron's bellow of pain was cut short as the hobbyhorse thumped into his face. Ginny raised her arms for another blow, but Mrs. Weasley whipped out her wand. "Expelliarmus!" she roared, and the hobbyhorse flew out of Ginny's grasp and hit the opposite wall. Ginny tried to retrieve it, but Mrs. Weasley grabbed her and deposited her on a nearby sofa. Then she picked up Ron and sat him on a rocking chair.
"Ginny! You must never hit anyone with your hobbyhorse! Ron! Exactly what did you do this time?"
"He made fun of Dowa!" Ginny burst into tears.
"Ron! How many times do I have to tell you not to tease your sister's dolls!" snapped Mrs. Weasley.
But Ginny wasn't finished yet. "He thed that Dowa's haiw wath like thpaghetti! And that Mawy's dweth wath like tith'u! And Vewonica's lipth looked like they wath bweeding!"
"Well," said Mrs. Weasley. "Just ignore him! And anyway, Ginny, dear, you know that's not true! You know that Dora's hair is a lovely curly blonde, and Mary's dress is a ball dress, and Veronica is simply wearing red lipstick!"
Ginny seemed to agree, but if looks could kill, Ron would have been spaghetti. "Won's a pwat," she sniffled.
"Am not!" Ron countered.
"No, no, you aren't," said Mrs. Weasley distractedly.
"HE IS!" Ginny burst into tears again.
Mrs. Weasley hurried to comfort her "There, there, dear, don't get so worked up. Why don't you go play with Dora, Mary and Veronica, now?"
"Not 'till he says he's thowy," Ginny shot Ron a dirty look from beneath her tears.
"Ron, say you're sorry to your sister," ordered Mrs. Weasley.
"You're taking sides," Ron's lower lip quivered.
Mrs. Weasley sighed. "Ginny say sorry to Ron for hitting him with your hobbyhorse, and Ron say sorry to Ginny for saying that Dora's hair was like spaghetti and Mary's dress was like tissue and Veronica's lips were bleeding."
"Okay, but Ginny gets a time-out too," negotiated Ron.
Ginny exploded.
It took several minutes for Mrs. Weasley to calm Ginny down and ask Ron why he shouldn't get a time-out too if Ginny was having one.
"Because," explained Ron in a shout (Ginny was trying to drown him out by pretending Voldemort was putting the Cruciatus Curse on her), "It would show that you're not taking sides."
Which did not suit Ginny at all. She bawled, "IT'S NOT FAIW! WON NEEDS ONE TOO!"
Enough was enough. Mrs. Weasley swelled. " QUIET!" she yelled. Ginny and Ron immediately quieted down. "Either both of you apologize to each other this blessed minute, or both of you get time-outs and apologize afterwards. Which one?"
Silence. Then, "'Polodize," sniffled Ginny.
"Ron?" asked Mrs. Weasley.
"Apologize," muttered Ron.
Ginny stood up. "Sowwy, Won, foy hitting you wiz my hobby-hoyse."
"Sorry, Ginny, for teasing your dolls," muttered Ron.
But as Ginny stalked upstairs, Mrs. Weasley knew she hadn't really forgiven Ron.
A little while later Ginny came to find Mrs. Weasley. "Can I have some tinfoil, mum?" she asked. Mrs. Weasley gave it to her. Ginny took it and a pair of scissors upstairs.
Ten minutes later, Ginny and her dolls were out in the yard. Ginny was screaming and shouting, and Mrs. Weasley went out to see who was being murdered. She was horrified to see the doll Veronica, whose flame-red hair had been chopped to a shaggy boycut (obviously done by an amateur hairdresser, as there were several bald patches) hanging by her neck on a tree. Ginny and the dolls Mary and Dora, with tinfoil suits of armour and stick swords, were hacking at stabbing at her with a fury and viciousness most remarkable in one so young.
"GINNY!" screamed Mrs. Weasley "WHAT IN THE NAME OF SWEET CHRISTMAS ARE YOU DOING?"
"We're killing Won!" cried Ginny. "See? Vewonica is Won! VeWONica! See?"
It took Mrs. Weasley ten minutes to convince Ginny that she was not being nice. "Why not play something else? You always liked to play in the kitchen. Why don't you pretend you're making some food?"
Surprisingly, Ginny agreed, so Mrs. Weasley went back inside.
Half an hour later, Mrs. Weasley went back outside to check on Ginny. She found her sitting cross-legged next to a hole in the ground filled with water, weeds, flowers, leaves, and what looked like pieces of flesh-coloured plastic, Dora and Mary on her lap.
"That looks nice," said Mrs. Weasley encouragingly, "What is it?"
"Won soup!" said Ginny proudly.
"What?" Mrs. Weasley was flabbergasted.
"See?" Ginny picked up a stick and stirred the mixture with it. Immediately the Ron doll's head bobbed to the surface. "Me and Dowa and Mawy are making Won soup."
Mrs. Weasley gave up.
A/N: Well whaddya think? Should I continue this series or not? PLEASE REVIEW!