This one is also for the Around The World in 31 Days event as well as Assignment 6 for Hogwarts. The class i chose is Gardening, and so there's a prompt for each season, which is to write about the characters having a garden party or barbeque. The Around the World prompt is for the country of Samoa, another island nation. The task is a Squib!AU.

I'm excited, so let's get on with it. Word Count is 410.

Ginny stared at her siblings as they pushed each other and joked as they set up tables outside for the garden party. They'd been planning this for weeks, ever since Harry had sent word that he'd be able to come for the summer. They'd invited Remus Lupin and Rubeus Hagrid to come, and both had accepted, as had their neighbors the Lovegoods. Ginny's oldest brothers, Bill and Charlie, were also around for a visit before summer ended.

Ginny couldn't help feeling glum, though. It always happened at events like this. She never felt useful. The rest of her family were wizards, which meant they could accomplish tasks much more efficiently than she could.

Ginny had been born a Squib, which meant that while her family was magical, she herself was not. Most of the time, it didn't matter much. She attended the local secondary school, where she had plenty of friends and played on the basketball team, and her brothers tried as much as they could to include her in their fun (which for Fred and George was usually by way of a prank). Sometimes, though, she still felt like the odd one out because she couldn't do magic.

"Ginny dear, are you alright?" her mum asked as she entered the kitchen, a pan of potatoes tottering precariously in her arms. Molly Weasley could always tell when one of her children was upset, and this was no exception.

As she set the potatoes on the sink counter and started washing them, Ginny sighed. "Yeah, I guess. I just feel like I don't belong. I mean, I can't do magic. Everything I can do, you all can do with a flick of your wand. What chance do I have?"

Molly of course knew about her daughter's insecurities about being non-magical, but thus far Ginny had not spoken them in such blunt words before.

"Ginny, you're a great student," Molly began. "Every time we have to go to parent meetings, your teachers always say how well you're doing. And I don't think the boys could keep up with you on the baskeyball court. Quidditch is much different. I understand you're feeling the odd one, but one day that could be your strength."

Ginny knew she was right. Molly always knew what to say to her children when they were down. "I'm going to have to show my strength in two weeks. First game of the season. You're coming, right?"

"Wouldn't miss it."