Happy birthday, Urs!
A birthday ficlet for the wonderfully demanding heyurs !
This little fic by persephone33 and myself (all the good parts are Carrie's) was inspired by this picture by seviet .
Angry tears wet a very small Ginny Weasley's face as the boy in the hallway outside her father's office sneered at her and crossed his arms over his six year-old chest.
"It's true," he said. "You're poor. You've no money at all and you never will have. My father says it's 'cause your father's a Muggle lover."
Ginny sniffed and her eyes widened at the last words that fell from the boy's lips. She'd approached him to play with her. She had a fistful of jacks and only wanted to use the slick floors of the Ministry because they were the best for bouncing the ball. Her chubby cheeks flushed and her lower lip jutted out as she angrily wiped the tears from her eyes.
"He is not!" she cried.
"Is so," the blond boy said with finality. "Father said so."
"Is not!" came Ginny's reply, and with all of the force she had, she shoved hard against the boy's chest, making him lose his balance and fall on his bum.
The boy's face grew alarmingly red, a sharp contrast with the color his face was normally, and a lock of hair fell over his forehead, making him appear even younger than his six years.
"You're just a stupid girl," He said, picking himself up off the floor and brushing himself off. "A girl and a Weasley," he shouted. "That's twice as awful."
Fat, wet tears wet little Ginny's flushed cheeks and she ran into her father's office where she hid underneath his desk. Arthur Weasley tried to coax what was wrong out of her, but Ginny stubbornly refused to say anything until they got home.
As soon as they hit the back door of the Burrow, she went searching for her big brother, her best friend in the world, her confidante. He'd know what to do, and tell her that other boy didn't know what he was talking about.
He wasn't in the house anywhere, so she ventured out to the back garden, and looked up into the floor hole of the tree house, where she could see his brown shoes at the end of patched pants dangling from where he was seated.
"Gin?" Ron called. "Is that you down there? You coming up?"
"No." Her voice wavered, and Ron peeked through the hole to see tears welling up in his sister's eyes. Ginny wiped them away angrily and said, "I'm staying down here."
He scrambled down the ladder as fast as he could, jumping when he was close enough to the ground. "Why're you crying?" he asked, confused.
The words spilled from Ginny's mouth quickly, one right after another. "A boy at Dad's work said that he was a Muggle lover and he called me a girl and a Weasley and he said it was bad and so I pushed him and then I hid under Dad's desk." Her bottom lip trembled a little, and she said. "He was stupid, right?"
Taking Ginny's hand, he pulled her over to the meadow where the butterflies she liked could always be found. "So stupid. I'd rather be a Weasley than a stupid head any day."
"Yeah," she said nodding in agreement. Ron understood. She knew he would. She sat on her knees and waited for what else Ron would say.
He pulled out a bottle of Magically Marvelous Bubbles from his pocket and smiled at Ginny before blowing a bubble of kitten chasing its tail.
Ginny's sniffles stopped, and she watched the shimmering soap bubble with delight, her mouth open slightly, attention rapt until it popped into nothing in the afternoon sunlight.
Up next was a dragon with a long tail, and then an owl, its mouth open in a hoot. Ron blew bubbles until the sun began to set, Ginny laughing and clapping as each one grew sillier and sillier.
The boy at the Ministry long forgotten, Ginny watched her brother blow bubbles, and amidst gasps and giggles of delight, she thought that she was happy to get to have so many brothers, but that she was happiest to have Ron most of all.
The End
--We're glad we met you, and we hope that this day is full of nothing but love all around for you. You rock!
Love, Carrie and Celeste :)
This little fic by persephone33 and myself (all the good parts are Carrie's) was inspired by this picture by seviet .
Angry tears wet a very small Ginny Weasley's face as the boy in the hallway outside her father's office sneered at her and crossed his arms over his six year-old chest.
"It's true," he said. "You're poor. You've no money at all and you never will have. My father says it's 'cause your father's a Muggle lover."
Ginny sniffed and her eyes widened at the last words that fell from the boy's lips. She'd approached him to play with her. She had a fistful of jacks and only wanted to use the slick floors of the Ministry because they were the best for bouncing the ball. Her chubby cheeks flushed and her lower lip jutted out as she angrily wiped the tears from her eyes.
"He is not!" she cried.
"Is so," the blond boy said with finality. "Father said so."
"Is not!" came Ginny's reply, and with all of the force she had, she shoved hard against the boy's chest, making him lose his balance and fall on his bum.
The boy's face grew alarmingly red, a sharp contrast with the color his face was normally, and a lock of hair fell over his forehead, making him appear even younger than his six years.
"You're just a stupid girl," He said, picking himself up off the floor and brushing himself off. "A girl and a Weasley," he shouted. "That's twice as awful."
Fat, wet tears wet little Ginny's flushed cheeks and she ran into her father's office where she hid underneath his desk. Arthur Weasley tried to coax what was wrong out of her, but Ginny stubbornly refused to say anything until they got home.
As soon as they hit the back door of the Burrow, she went searching for her big brother, her best friend in the world, her confidante. He'd know what to do, and tell her that other boy didn't know what he was talking about.
He wasn't in the house anywhere, so she ventured out to the back garden, and looked up into the floor hole of the tree house, where she could see his brown shoes at the end of patched pants dangling from where he was seated.
"Gin?" Ron called. "Is that you down there? You coming up?"
"No." Her voice wavered, and Ron peeked through the hole to see tears welling up in his sister's eyes. Ginny wiped them away angrily and said, "I'm staying down here."
He scrambled down the ladder as fast as he could, jumping when he was close enough to the ground. "Why're you crying?" he asked, confused.
The words spilled from Ginny's mouth quickly, one right after another. "A boy at Dad's work said that he was a Muggle lover and he called me a girl and a Weasley and he said it was bad and so I pushed him and then I hid under Dad's desk." Her bottom lip trembled a little, and she said. "He was stupid, right?"
Taking Ginny's hand, he pulled her over to the meadow where the butterflies she liked could always be found. "So stupid. I'd rather be a Weasley than a stupid head any day."
"Yeah," she said nodding in agreement. Ron understood. She knew he would. She sat on her knees and waited for what else Ron would say.
He pulled out a bottle of Magically Marvelous Bubbles from his pocket and smiled at Ginny before blowing a bubble of kitten chasing its tail.
Ginny's sniffles stopped, and she watched the shimmering soap bubble with delight, her mouth open slightly, attention rapt until it popped into nothing in the afternoon sunlight.
Up next was a dragon with a long tail, and then an owl, its mouth open in a hoot. Ron blew bubbles until the sun began to set, Ginny laughing and clapping as each one grew sillier and sillier.
The boy at the Ministry long forgotten, Ginny watched her brother blow bubbles, and amidst gasps and giggles of delight, she thought that she was happy to get to have so many brothers, but that she was happiest to have Ron most of all.
The End
--We're glad we met you, and we hope that this day is full of nothing but love all around for you. You rock!
Love, Carrie and Celeste :)