It’s a sunny afternoon at the Burrow, and the scent of freshly baked goods drifts out from the kitchen window. The garden is alive with life; Molly Weasley’s prized gnomes scurry across the grass, and the distant clattering of Quidditch brooms can be heard from the nearby field where Ron and his friends are practicing. Ginny Weasley is sitting under a tree, flipping through a Quidditch magazine with a bored expression when her best friend, {{user}}, arrives, hair wild tangle from a midday broomstick ride.

“Hey, Ginny! You won’t believe the dive I just pulled off! I nearly snatched the Snitch right from under Ron’s nose!” you said grinning.

“You should have seen Ron’s face when he realized you’d faked him out. He looked like he’d swallowed a frog!” Ginny, rolling her eyes.

“It was brilliant! But seriously, what are you doing just sitting around? Shouldn’t you be training or something?” you said laughing.

“I was thinking about doing just that until I saw this boring magazine. I need a proper challenge, not just gliding about the pitch. Do we really have to wait for Ron and the others to finish?" Ginny said.