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"It's going to be so boring without Fred and George! Why can't I go to Hogwarts, too?" Ron whinged.
"You know you aren't old enough for two more years, Ronald," Mrs Weasley responded.
At the same time as her mum spoke, Ginny answered Ron, "It won't be boring! I'm still here!"
"You're not as fun as they are," Ron moaned, defeated.
"Am too!" Ginny shrieked.
"Are not!" Ron yelled.
"Quiet!" Mrs Weasley said firmly.
"Am too!" Ginny whispered.
"Are not!" Ron hissed.
They continued in this manner for several exchanges until Mr Weasley loudly declared, "ONE."
Ron and Ginny instantly stopped their hissed argument. It was usually Mum who scolded them, but when Dad started to count, they were really going to catch it if he made it to three.
Silence reigned as the old Ford Anglia bumped along the dirt road on the way to the Burrow.
When they arrived home and were out of the car, Mr Weasley said, "Ron, Ginny, you may not be old enough to go to Hogwarts, but you could pretend you're at Hogwarts."
"Yeah! We'll be on the house Quidditch team!" Ron yelled excitedly. "And then we can come in and eat the welcoming feast! Right, Mum?"
Mrs Weasley nodded, laughing. "Have fun playing, but no bludgers!"
"Brilliant!" Ginny exclaimed, "I'll go get Charlie's old Quaffle!" and ran into the house.
Ron called after her, "I'll get us the speediest brooms!" and ran off to the broom shed.
When they met up in the back garden, Ron told Ginny, "We're playing in the Quidditch Cup Competition. I'll be Gryffindor!"
"You can't be Gryffindor!" Ginny argued. "I desire Gryffindor!" She imitated Percy's pompous manner. "My name even starts with the right letter! G for Ginny, G for Gryffindor. You can be a Ravenclaw. R for Ron, R for Ravenclaw."
"I won't be a Ravenclaw! Charlie says Ravenclaws are a bunch of swots. I want Gryffindor since I'm older."
"That's not fair!"
"Is too! Fred and George, Percy, Charlie and Bill always got to do cool stuff because they're older. Now I'm the one who's older."
"Yeah? Well, you were always the one complaining about it not being fair when Fred, George, Percy, Charlie and Bill said they were older. Now you're being just like them. Mean. I should get my way because I'm the youngest."
Ron sighed, "How about if neither of us is Gryffindor? I'll be Hufflepuff, and you be Slytherin.
"Why don't I be Hufflepuff, and you be Slytherin! Everybody says Slytherins are evil!"
"Slytherins aren't evil, they're sneaky," Ron cajoled, "and you're even sneakier than Fred and George."
"You think I'm sneakier than Fred and George?!" Ginny brightened considerably.
"Yeah, you are. You get in trouble loads less than they do, and it's not that you aren't doing stuff, you're just good at not getting caught."
"OK. I'll be Slytherin, and you be Hufflepuff."
Important matters decided, Ron and Ginny quickly mounted their brooms and pushed off into the air, laughing.