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I decide to continue on my way to the pitch. Everybody knows that you can't skip it. If you do, well then, they hunt you down. Which is actually a lot scarier than it sounds.

Just trust me on that. Please don't try to find out.

As a rule, everyone has to be present for the picking even if they won't be playing or they don't even care about the game at all. You just have to be there, because otherwise you aren't a Weasley.

Though, sometimes this sounds like a nice idea to me.

Okay, a lot of the time.

We have to pick teams, just like always. There is a rule of the Weasley Code involved, which is Always include the kids. Every kid has to be picked for a team, just to make it fair. Except Molly and Lucy, because they never want to play. Oh, and Hugo because Hermione's still being a bore when it comes to letting him play. George is in the process of writing down all the grown ups' names, so that we can get captains.

Lo and behold, his and my names are picked.

Joy.

"Gin and I are the captains for this year," George announces jubilantly over the microphone. "This year I think, that to add a bit of interest, we should have a bet."

"No way," I mutter to him, "in hell."

"Oh, look at this! The great and formidable Ginevra Potter doesn't want to make a bit of a wager with her own brother!" He shouts to the general crowd, and they boo. "I guess that she's too scared of losing to me!"

Well, damn. Either I take it and lose like he knows I will, or I don't and everyone makes fun of me for years.

"Fine!" I snap at him, "at least tell me the terms first!"

"I win, and you have to be the testee," George smiles.

"And if I win?"

"Then we pull someone else's name, and you don't have to read."

"Deal."

We spit on our hands and shook. I know, Weasley family handshake. Don't ask.

I see Harry looking at me over the crowd, and I want him to protect me. Please honey?

He looks away. At least this way I'll get the joy of kicking him to sofa, and having the kids ask me why mummies do that again. That's always an enjoyable conversation.

"Teddy," I say tiredly.

"Fred."

"James."

"Al."

Crap. I wanted him.

"Rose."

"Dominique."

"Lily."

"Roxane."

"Louis."

"Victoire."

Hehe, he had to pick Victoire. She may be stunning, but she is the worst Weasley Quidditch player I have ever seen.

"Harry."

"Charlie."

So predictable.

"Good."

"So," he smirks at me, "gather your teams!"

Teddy, James, Rose, Louis, Lily, and Harry gather around me. Time to talk strategy.

"What," Teddy says, staring at Lily, "the hell are you doing in a dress?"

"Language," I snap, and turn to look at my daughter. "But seconded. Lily, why?"

"They attacked me," Lily says, glaring viciously at Rose. Oh. Right. Forgot about that. Maybe I should have tried to save her.

"Okay, moving on!" I say, trying to rally my team. "We're talking strategy now."

They lean in eagerly, knowing that whatever team I'm on always has some weird messed up strategy.

"Here's the plan," I whisper, pulling them into a huddle. Harry's watching me, probably looking for some sign of insanity. Merlin knows that there is many.

"We win."

"That's it?" James looks at me, disbelieving. I just close my eyes.

"And if we don't, you are all grounded. Forever."

Being a mum can be great fun sometimes!

"But you aren't my mother!" Louis stares at me, obviously wondering what the hell his grandma did to me to produce such a demented child. He really doesn't want to know.

"Do you think I give a damn?" Whoops. Swearing in front of the nephew. Ah well, not like I can take it back now.

I see Teddy glance at Harry, who gives a quick shake of his head.

"And if you don't catch the snitch, you are on the couch until we win the match at the next Weasley party!" I snap at my husband. "And don't even think of filing for divorce on the grounds of me not putting out!"

Louis's eyes are huge.

Damn.

Fleur very well might murder me when he starts asking about what his Tante Ginny meant when she said putting out.

"Putting out... er... the candles! I won't put out the candles, Harry!"

Teddy is grinning at me, and infuriatingly says "I thought you hated candles, Ginny."

"I do, that's why I'm not going to put them out. And respect your elders."

"I apologize, almost-godmother-dearest."

I don't even answer that. I have bigger problems.

Dad's standing in the middle of the pitch, waiting for us to come line up. I quickly glance over at George's team, and see that they are waiting for us to make a move. I'm the brave one in this family, so I lead my team over to the center of the pitch.

The other team joins us, and George and I shake hands again. Of course we shake hands like we mean it, for there's no one in this entire family who would purposely lose a Quidditch game.

I look over at Al, who is in the clutches of the enemy. Hopefully they didn't hurt him, for it's me they apparently really want. I'm about to blow him a kiss, when something stops me.

There's a very unnecessary evil glint in his eyes. His eyes so very much like his fathers... Have I mentioned recently that they are both very good looking?

Mental swoon.

Wow, I distract myself sometimes. Is that attention deficit disorder or is that something worse than ADD? Some kind of internal distraction system?

Dad whistles and throws up the Quaffle in my moment of distraction. Of course. Why, oh why, doesn't he believe in treating the only girl special anymore?

Actually, I know why. Apparently grandkids are a little more special. And there is now loads of girls in the family. I no longer have a special rank. Sigh.

But, no more deep thoughts. I have a very, very important game to play!

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