Golden Girl; 𝓕𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓵𝓮𝔂

Summer, 1992: The Plan is Made

After a delicious dinner and clearing the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley ushered the kids all outside to get some fresh air before bed. The twins immediately took off, Bambi in tow, when they got this demand, grabbing her broomstick by the door as they rushed outside.

Bambi kicked off her slippers, running in the freshly cut lawn as she followed Fred and George to the broom shed near the open orchard. The cool summer evening air was refreshing after a week in the stuffy hotel room.

"Can't I play with you guys too?" Ginny pleaded, her lower lip jutting out as she trailed a few steps behind them.

"No, Ginny," Ron said firmly, closing the broom shed again, "You always get upset and cry to mum when the Quaffle hits you. We don't want to get in trouble tonight!" He gave her a look, knowing that if they got in trouble, they might just spend the whole summer with their brooms locked up.

"I promise I won't!" Ginny clasped her hands together, looking up at her brother with her round brown eyes.

"Guys, it can't hurt," Bambi whispered.

"She does it every time," Fred whispered back, shaking his head.

"I'll cry if you don't let me play too," Ginny said cleverly, turning her pleading eyes to Bambi.

"I uh..." All three of the Weasley boys were also watching her, but in a different pleading way. "Oh alright. Why not?" Bambi smiled and the boys all groaned. "What? I don't mind if she plays!"

Ginny's face lit up gleefully, and she grabbed a fourth broom from the shed, racing out to the field ready to play.

"When Mum has us scrubbing baseboards, you will mind," George muttered, dragging the Quidditch ball case toward Ginny.

"Let's just play with no bludger," Fred suggested, though Ron and George groaned in unison, clearly against the idea.

"Alright Ginny, you can be... beater how'bout? That way you can just hit all the stuff away from everyone." George said, handing the bat to Ginny, who swirled happily in a circle with it.

"Ron you're a beater too, Fred and I will be chasers, and Bambi, you're keeper," George said, pointing to each ginger in turn. "Alright, let's go!"

Bambi kicked off the ground, "Hold on, what'll I be guarding against? There's no hoops." She said obviously.

"That tree behind you," Fred pointed, "Dad's bewitched it to have three circle branches."

Bambi looked, and sure enough, blended in with the rest of the orchard trees, was one bigger than the rest, with three perfect circle hoops in the towering canopy of branches and leaves.

"Okay, three, two, one, go!" Fred shouted, counting down quickly, unlatching two Quaffles, and throwing them up before anyone else had a chance to get on their broom.

"No fair! Hold on!" Ginny flew up with her bat, giving Fred a nasty look.

Fred and George passed the Quaffle to each other, which was weird to see them do, considering Bambi had only seen them play as beaters. Ginny was flying around on her broom still waving the bat around, occasionally hitting the extra Quaffle far to the edge of the field, where Ron would have to zoom down to catch it. She seemed happy just to be involved, not seeming to notice the look of annoyance on Ron's face.

Fred hurled the other Quaffle toward Bambi, who caught it with ease.

"Is that the best you got?" She teased, tossing it back.

"I'm just going easy on you!!" Fred retorted with a sass-filled grin.

"Oh weird, I was about to say the same thing," Bambi said, her eyes sparkling. "Alright, Freddie, let's see what you got then."