Chapter Summary: Ginny hates her nickname. Molly suggests she do something about it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but Molly’s nickname. And the nickname mini-Ginny. I’m pretty sure Ginny-Winny was already thought of.
Author’s Notes: The Red-Haired Trio story number three.
Ginny burst into the kitchen, her triangular face red with fury. “Mummy, make them stop it!” she whined, stomping one foot.
“Set the table, dear.” Molly replied, checking the triple chocolate layer cake she was making for dessert. “Now,” she said, stirring the soup with her wand, “stop what? And who?”
“Fred and George keep calling me Ginny-Winny!” the six-year-old wailed.
Molly chuckled. Ginny was so like her at this age, it was uncanny. “Well, be thankful they only call you Ginny-Winny,” she said dryly. “When I was a little girl my older brothers used to call me Golliwog.”
“Because back then my hair was even curlier than yours.” Molly ruffled her daughter’s scarlet ringlets. “And because I used to say ‘Golly’ a lot. They called me Golli-Molly sometimes, too. Broke me of that habit quickly.”
“But I don’t like it when they call me Ginny-Winny,” Ginny pouted.
“Well, I’m afraid nine-year-old boys sometimes tease their little sisters. And at least they don’t call you nasty names,” Molly pointed out, giving the little girl a hug.
“They call me mini-Ginny, too,” Ginny added dolefully.
Molly had to bite her lip so she didn’t laugh. “Make up names for them,” she suggested.
“Well …” she thought for a moment. “Why not mix their names up?”
“Like Gred and Forge?” Ginny asked.
Her mother sighed in relief. Crisis averted. “Exactly. Now go tell, uh, Gred and Forge that dinner’s ready.”
“Ok, Mummy.” The redhead scampered outside.
Molly shook her head, laughing. Honestly, those twins would turn her grey before her time.