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December 7: 2009

18 days until Christmas…

"Mum, when I grow up, I'm going to be a Quidditch player," James said, reluctantly accepting his mother's hand as they pushed through a large crowd of shoppers outside Madam Malkin's.

"That's nice," Ginny said. "Do you know what team you want to play for?"

"The Chudley Cannons," the six-year-old said proudly. "They're going to win this season, Al!"

His younger brother blinked uninterestedly as Harry laughed. "Who told you they were going to win?"

"Uncle Ron."

Harry and Ginny exchanged amused smiles over their two sons' heads.

"Hey, look!" James shouted, pulling away from his family and running up to press his nose against the glass of Quality Quidditch supplies. "A Sparkshooter 360! Can I pleeeaaase have one?"

"Why don't you ask Father Christmas to bring you one?" Ginny suggested.

James rolled his eyes. "But Christmas is ages away and I need a new broom now!"

"There's nothing wrong with your old one."

James sighed. "I suppose it would be fine… if only it wasn't from the time of the dinosaurs."

"Time of the dinosaurs?" Harry asked, shaking his head. "We bought that for your birthday last year!"

"That's why it's already fallen behind, dad," James explained. "The new model is twice as efficient and features a unique one touch braking system. It's the only one of its kind on the market!"

Ginny pried him away from the store window. "All right, who let you read Quidditch Illustrated?"

"Uncle Ron."

Harry stifled a laugh and swung Albus onto his shoulders as Ginny followed behind, trying to reason with James.

"Excuse me- Oh, good morning!" Ron said, avoiding a collision with the family as he stepped out of Tirkin's Toys and Trinkets.

"Oh, this must be Albus and James." Hermione held Rose with one hand while ruffling the boys' hair affectionately with the other. "Look how tall you are!"

James stood up proudly. "I know. I'm a big boy now but mum and dad won't buy me a new broom."

"That's silly," Ron reassured him. "Of course they will. Every growing boy needs one."

Ginny glared at her brother, as if to say don't encourage him.

"What?" Ron said innocently.

Ginny bent down to James. "Or you know what? Uncle Ron will buy you your broom this year."

"Really?" James bounced up and down on his tiptoes.

Ron tried to smile, but failed. "Uh…" James's shoulders sagged. "Yeah, I'll buy you a broom."

"Yeah!" James skipped down Diagon Alley, fist pumping the air.

His mother smirked.

Final Score: Ron- 0, Ginny- beyond counting.