So, no one told me whether or not to write another one about Lily, so I took that as a yes. XD Enjoy.

Chapter 15: The Questioning of Sanity

It was a warm Sunday afternoon. Summer would soon be over and the Weasleys and the Potters had gathered at the Burrow to spend one of the last days that they could together. The day had been peaceful. They played Quidditch, where Hugo had crashed spertacularly and had had to put up with his parents fussing over him ever since. It was a pleasant family get together, that is until a loud explosion took place in the kitchen.

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"I swear on Merlin's grave, Mum, I don't know how the cat got in there!" Lily shouted for the fifth time. Ginny laughed harshly and threw her hands up.

"Yes, and I'm sure it just decided to waltz inside the oven itself, right?"

"Exactly! That cat is insane!" Lily cried, nodding enthusiastically.

"Of course it bloody is! It's yours!"

"Mother! Are you calling me a nutter?"

"Oh, come on. It's common knowledge!"

"Well, I get it from you! Everyone always says I'm just like you!"

"I'm not mad! I'm just a bit…" Ginny trailed off, searching for the right word.

"Psychotic? Bongers? Mentally unstable?" Lily supplied helpfully. Ginny scowled at her daughter.

"Well, I'm more sane then you, that's for sure" she snapped. Lily's eyes widened.

"And what makes you think that, Mother?"

"I've never managed to blow half the kitchen apart while making toast," Ginny said triumphantly. Lily's mouth opened and shut repeatedly as she tried to come up with a valid retort.

"It was an accident! And it's not my fault! The toaster hates me!" she whined. Ginny laughed.

"See? I don't have relationships with my kitchen appliances," Ginny said smugly. Lily's eyes narrowed.

"Yeah, well, at least I don't have a pet rock"

"You leave Cynthia out of this!"

"Admit that it wasn't my fault the kitchen exploded! That toaster is plotting against me!"

"Never!"

Mrs Weasley sat sobbing in the middle of the destroyed kitchen, watching her daughter and grand-daughter fight and gazing in despair at the ruins of what had been her favourite place in the world.

"I just don't understand!" she wailed. "All Weasleys can cook excellently! Well…" she hesitated, glancing at Ginny and corrected herself. "All Weasleys can cook, at least." Ginny looked indignantly at her mother.

"Yeah, but you're forgetting that she's a Potter as well, Mum," Ginny said grimly. "And if you've ever seen Harry in the kitchen…"

"Hey! It's not Dad's fault that the microwave blew up, I have my suspicions about that thing, too. I think the toaster may have corrupted it," Lily said in a hushed tone. Mrs Weasley gazed worriedly at her grand-daughter.

"Ginny, I think this one takes after you a bit too much, dear"

"I am NOT insane!" Ginny shrieked. From somewhere in the house the three women heard Harry shout out: "You just keep telling yourself that, love!"

A/N: Hmm…This was supposed to be about Lily's attempt at cooking, but somehow it turned out to be about her and Ginny's sanity. Ah well, I like it better this way. XD

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