It was a normal winter day for Ginny. She was 9 years old, and was the only child in the house while Ron, Fred and George were at a Quidditch game with Bill. She sighed. It's so boring without them here, She thought.
They flooed into Diagon Alley, and went into the market.
"Mummy, can I have a chocolate frog?" she asked.
"No Ginny, we're just here for chicken, dragon liver, dragon tongue, and pumpkins." answered Molly Weasley.
"But Mummy I-"
"No buts Ginevra Weasley!" hissed Mrs. Weasley.
Ginny grumbled. She would not let her mother get in the way of her getting that Chocolate frog. She harrumphed. It was enough that mum wouldn't let her see a quidditch game. She thought it wasn't ladylike. Ladylike my (if she had said this word out loud, her mother would have yelled 'Ginevra!')
While her mother got the Dragon tongue, she knew of she was quick enough, she would be able to get that chocolate frog. She tensed herself to run, and think about this impulsive plan. She knew a way around a Thief's Curse, and it was to open the box, but not take it off the shelf. She turned towards the rack of Chocolate Frogs, and found one floating right in her face. So much for the Thief's Curse, she thought.
She stuffed the Frog in her mouth, and looked at the card. She felt that little swooping feeling in her stomach, and she smiled to herself. She pocketed the Harry Potter Card, and would gloat in Ron's face later. Harry Potter was one of the rarest cards, after all.