She laughed as her mother tickled her. Angelina Weasley had come back from her quidditch game. The Puddlemere United team had won the game, and Angelina sighed. She needed to take care of her kids and she would soon quit Quidditch. The U.K National League Championship would be her last game. Her family would be invited of course.

Roxanne tugged on her mother's sleeve. She wanted to go to the park. Angelina smiled brilliantly and, avoiding a green ball of light whizzing in the hallway, grabbed their cloaks.

Roxanne held her mother's hand, and skipped along to the children's park in Hogsmeade. She ran into the park, and saw a blonde boy playing in the sandbox. As the sandbox was her favorite part of the playground, she went to see if he was nice.

"Hello." said Roxanne, slowly. She didn't know if he was nice or mean.

"Hi." said the boy. He picked up a twig and offered it to her, both automatically jumping into a game of Wizard's Duel. As they sat down at the sandbox again, they both started talking about their family.

"My father's got a high position at the ministry" drawled the boy. Roxanne rolled her eyes. "He even told me that someone in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures almost got fired. He told me it was that mud blood Weasley-" He started.

She interrupted in a flare of fury she had never known she could possess. How dare he speak of her favorite aunt that way? She started to run at him, prepared to bite, kick, and slap with her tiny little teeth, feet, and she found it was not needed, as the child in question was running away from strange objects pouring out of his nose, and attacking his face. Roxanne skipped along to her mother, and they both rose, and went to their flat above the shop, as the boy's father tried removing the bat-like growths from his son.

"Roxanne, that was not nice!" scolded Angelina.

"You didn't heard what he said! He called Aunt Hermione that word you told us to never say!" pleaded Roxanne.

"Which one?" asked Angelina. She rolled her eyes, wondering how George could manage to teach their kids swear words at such an early age.

"Mudblo-" started Roxanne.

"Really? Next time, if someone calls someone that, tell an adult." Roxanne nodded and skipped away. Meanwhile, Angelina's anger was brewing. Hermione was a sister to her, and she had worked hard to drive away that name. It's such a shame to know it hasn't worked.

George came by later, and heard what happened from Angelina. "Roxanne, you shouldn't go around doing that to people, even if they say that word." George paused for a few seconds. "Alright, that was for Mummy. If you hear someone call anyone a mud blood, punch them."Roxanne giggled, and nodded. There was a boom, and a flash of light as the caterwauling charm activated. George sighed.

"That'll be your brother. Wash up, and help your mum with dinner, I'll take care of the fire."

A/N: I don't feel good about this one. It just feels weird. I think it's a bit rushed, please be honest in your reviews, constructive criticism is appreciated.
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