"I don't want to know what you were doing with my brother, Herm."
"Fine."
"Ah, you're in here. Molly wants you to help Ron, Harry, Fred and George to de-gnome the garden - they're back again, I really do think we should give them a home rather than thorw them over a fence, poor things..." you dad smiled at you and Hermione. "Of you go, then."
You and Hermione walked out of the kitchen into the overgrown garden, where Ron had a gnome hanging off his finger, and Harry had hold of it's legs and was trying to prize it away. Fred was laughing at him, and George was swinging a tiny gnome around effortlessly.
"George! Let it go, you idiot, stop showing off!" you arched an eyebrow at him.
"I'm...not...showing...off..." he said between breaths.
"Let it go," you demanded.
He let it go.
"Ron, haven't you learnt anything from the fourteen years of de-gnoming this garden?" you marched up to the gnome dangling from his finger by it teeth, grabbed the back of its neck and squeezed a little, and, bingo, it was wriggling around in your hand. You tossed it up into the air vertically, and caught i when it came back down. You then chucked it the oppisite way Fred and George were now throwing others, just to confuse it.
"HA!!! That went into the second field! Beat that!" Fred screamed at you.
"Bring it on..."
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"Ginny, you know I threw that gnome further than you."
"No, Ronaldo, you know her's went further, but you don't want to admit it." George commented. Everyone was calling him Ronaldo now, except Hermione (wonder why...).
"No way! She can't face it!"