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SUMMER AT THE BURROW was as enchanting as ever with the tradition of warm-hearted chaos. The days were filled with the familiar life in the countryside, where rolling green hills had wildflowers blooming in a riot of colors. There were spirited games of Quidditch beneath the sun, laughter echoing through the fields as rounds of Exploding Snap left bursts of smoke in the air. The older twins whispered their latest schemes, concocting an array of sweets that had unique results to the consumer.
For Ron Weasley, the summer passed in a comfortable hum. His time was consumed by a steady correspondence with Harry Potter and Hermione Granger, filled with tales of Quidditch strategies and replaying moments from the Chudley Cannons' matches in his mind. But not all had remained unchanged. Ginny and Ally, the two youngest Weasleys, had grown in ways that were subtle yet significant.
Ginny, who had emerged from her second year at Hogwarts quietly, carried with her the shadows of her experience during first-year. She was determined to stay out of trouble and away from anything even remotely suspicious. Though she discovered her abilities in Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, and—on particularly good days—Potion. Her once-shy demeanor now bore the unmistakable confidence, a hint of her twin's brashness mixed with her own skill. She was growing into her own, finding her place in the large and loud Weasley family.
Ally Weasley, however, was in the midst of a transformation all her own. The turbulence of teenage years had arrived, bringing with it a surge of self-awareness and the discomfort of a body changing in ways both unfamiliar and uninvited.
"Children!" Arthur Weasley called out, his voice booming through the clatter of dinner at the Burrow. Tonight, however, there was a sparkle in his eyes, opposite to his usual, slightly weary demeanor. He leaned in close to his curious brood, a smile playing on his lips as he held up a small bundle. "Now, what do we have here?" he teased.
Before anyone else could react, Ginny sprang from her seat, darting to her father and snatching the tickets from his hand. She let out an ecstatic shriek, her voice ringing with joy. "Tickets to the Quidditch World Cup!" she exclaimed, waving the precious slips of paper. Instantly, Fred, George, and Ron leaped up from their chairs, each grabbing a ticket to see if it was truly real.
