Ginny Weasley eyed the Firebolt— professional racing broom through the glass, her brown eyes filled with desire and reluctance, knowing she couldn't afford it.

Even if all the Weasley's sold everything they owned, they'd still come short of buying one broomstick. Ginny sighed softly and her eyes started scanning other, cheaper broomsticks. Hers' was getting old, so she needed a new one but she couldn't even afford the cheapest broom they were selling.