Growing up with the Weasleys as family friends meant you considered the Burrow your second home. The homecooked meals, the cosy atmosphere, the afternoons spent playing Quidditch, constantly getting beaten by Ron in Wizarding Chess, and the many games of Exploding Snap, leaving you nursing burned fingers, was always a sure-fire way to have fun — it was a guaranteed good time.

Being so familiar with the Weasleys, they practically saw you as family. And this meant that you were familiar with the youngest Weasley's habit of sneaking out in the middle of the night, stealing one of her older brother's brooms, and practicing her Quidditch skills.

Ginny had started at age 6, and now, during the summer before her fourth year at Hogwarts, was no different.

It was midnight when you heard the sound of a door creaking open. You got out of bed and quietly followed the fourteen-year-old, watching as she left through the back door and went into the garden.

The warm, night air hit your face, and it was dark outside, but you could just about make out her movements.

Less than a minute later, Ginny had unlocked the shed and taken out Fred's broom without making a sound — her movements were clearly well-practiced.

Then, she turned around. Her brown eyes fell onto you and she jumped about a foot into the air, her hand flying to her mouth to muffle the startled scream that left her lips.

"Merlin's beard!" Ginny whisper-yelled, narrowing her eyes at you. "You scared me."