#ginny baby cool your jets

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My cat not twenty seconds after having an asthma attack:

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Here’s the transcription of the thanks in the FANDOM lyric booklet.

WATERPARKS THANKS: Benji, Joel, and Josh Madden, Miles, Abi, Joey, Benny, Lior, Naveed, and the rest of MDDN, Hopeless Records, Zakk Cervini, Courtney Ballard, Jared Poythress, ICM, PRS guitars, Chinatown Market, XLarge, Reconstruct, De’Wayne Jackson, Lucy Landry, Michael and Jennie, Lucas Hand, Jawn Rocha, Emilio, Good Charlotte, IDKHow, Chapel, Alternative Press, Rocksound, Kerrang, Vans.

GEOFF THANKS: Amy Dove (Rest in Peace Mom) and Geoff Wigington (Dad), Chloe Kristensen, the absolutely most amazing baby ever, Farore Wigington, Awsten Knight & Otto Wood, Grandpa Wigington, Grandma Wigington, Papa Dove, Roscoe Knight, Ginny Knight, Rick Wood, Patrice Wood, Rebecca Humphries, Timothy Humphries, Sarah Lilley, Cameron Gore, Arjun Kapila, Jawn Rocha, Travis Riddle, Andrew Atwood, Joel Madden, Benji Madden, Josh Madden, Amy Madden, Zakk Cervini, Doug Reed, Chelly McQueen, Emilio Rivera, Jared Poythress, Good Charlotte, everyone at MDDN, everyone at Hopeless Records, and you. Thanks for supporting us over the years and continuing to do so! See you soon!!!

OTTO THANKS: you.

AWSTEN THANKS: Mom and dad (almost called you daddy, abstained tho)! Benji and Joel for saving the world every day. Josh and Amy and Elle. Zakk for making my favorite album w me, very cool! Otto and Geoff bc sweet boys and not too tall! I like that. Jawn for showing people I’m cute!!!!! I’m just gonna start listing now because I don’t wanna have the longest list: Travis R, Andrew A, Lucas H, Elijah D, Kal S, De’Wayne J, Zakk A, Chelly M, all both of my therapists, Pete W, Gracie K, Emilio R, Michaela O, Fish F, Inderjot S, Joe R, Your Mom, Mikey W, Heather P, Kevin (dog), Sherry S, Carter H, Christian V, Sam F, Eric Tobin and the rest of Hopeless Records, Dallon and Ryan, Netflix, sherbet because I can eat it, Zantac because I need it to sing so there’s me promoting big pharma like a dipshit, Harvey, Creed Bratton, crawfish, my favorite wing place on Magnolia even though I know they’re absolutely laundering money there, Hulu because they’re getting all the good shows, the hot yoga place I started doing because it’s the only thing that can make me stop thinking about fonts, old lady Thai, Jet, all the taco trucks I miss in Houston, HEB, everyone that came to the Warehouse Live show last year, that was great. A24 and Blumhouse wow I love y’all, Donald Glover, lemon candles, black cherry soap, Target, my car that I didn’t name because I suck at naming cars, Loona, people who dye their hair like me bc that is so cute, Instagram even though they sell my data to Russia which is so wack of them to do wow, me because I’m cute, Claritin D (there I go with big pharma again god DAMMIT), also apparently China is collecting more data than Russia which is crazy, idk why that’s in here, I’m not thankful for that uhhhh. Resources, candles, anyone who is nice to me, not dust.

AWSTEN ANTI-THANKS: The people that live in the apartment above me, I’m gonna cut your skin off, I fucking hate you so bad, you made it so hard to think while I was making things for this album, I hope someone forces you to eat a gallon of pennies and you have to shit that out, you’re literally like punching your floor as I type this and I will destroy you, absolutely fuck you. Fuck dust and seriously I’m gonna cut out my neighbors eyes. Mark Zuckerberg, Mark Zuckerberg got baby legs. Idk if you saw the Entertainment credits but I can parallel park now! Good shit. If you didn’t see it, don’t worry about it, don’t buy that. Anyone who’s ever coughed on an airplane I’m on. Me. You. Us. Aw.

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If I Could Turn Back Time, Baby I’d Save You

Chapter Two

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The next morning arrived far two quickly for Hermione’s liking. The bushy haired brunette had never been much of a morning person, and years of late nights and running for her life had not helped her opinion of mornings. Her anxiety over seeing her old friends again for the first time was motivation enough to energize her through the end of her packing and breakfast with her parents.

It was only as they pulled up to Kings Cross Station that the weight of what was really happening truly hit Hermione. She was about to walk into the wizarding world a second time, a world which would be full of familiar faces that wouldn't know her. Did she really want to do this again? Sure magic was cool and all, but she already knew how to do it and magical Britain was rather fucked up…

Just as she was second guessing herself, a flash of red hair caught Hermione’s eye and she heard a familiar loud voice exclaiming “Same thing every year. Packed with muggles. C'mon, platform nine and three quarters this way”.

Hermione broke into a giant smile as she watched as Mrs. Weasley herded her large brood of redheads through the crowded station.

"Now, what's the platform number?" called the Weasley matriarch

“Nine and three-quarters!" piped up the adorably tiny version of Ginny Weasely clinging to her mother’s hand, "Mom, can't I go..."

"You're not old enough, Ginny, now be quiet. All right, Percy, you go first."

Percy marched toward platforms nine and ten. Hermione watched the tiny version of her friend disappear through the barrier between the two platforms.

"Fred, you next," ordered Mrs. Weasley. Hermione did a double take as she stared in shock seeing her old friend.

"I'm not Fred, I'm George," said the boy."Honestly, woman, you call yourself our mother? Can't you tell I'm George?"

"Sorry, George, dear."

"Only joking, I am Fred," said the boy, as he dashed through the barrier. Hermione let out a watery laugh happy to hear the twins so lighthearted and together again.

The biggest shock was yet to come though as Hermione spotted a familiar rumpled head of black hair approach the weasley matriarch.

“Excuse me” squeaked out Harry.

"Hello, dear," Mrs. Weasley said. "First time at Hogwarts? Ron's new, too." She pointed at the shockingly young version of Hermione’s other best friend.

"Yes, mam" mumbled Harry. "The thing is -- the thing is, I don't know how to--"

"How to get onto the platform?" she asked kindly, and Harry nodded. "Not to worry," she said. "All you have to do is walk straight at the barrier between platforms nine and ten. Don't stop and don't be scared you'll crash into it, that's very important. Best do it at a bit of a run if you're nervous. Go on, go now before Ron."

"Er -- okay," said Harry doubtfully. Hermione chuckled fondly as she watched her first magical friend run through the barrier.

Seeing her chance to make a positive first impression on the Weasley family, Hermione began to speak loudly to her own parents.“Mom how did Professor McGonagall say to get on the platform?”

Hermione mentally laughed at the way Mrs. Weasley's head shot up. “Excuse me dear, I couldn’t help overhearing your question. Are you starting at Hogwarts this year?”

“Uhh yes mam. But we are a little confused as to how to get onto the platform” explained Hermione.

“Well my name is Molly Weasley and these are my children Ron and Ginny. Ron is also starting at Hogwarts this year”.

“Really? That’s so cool! My name is Hermione Granger and these are my parents Jason and Diana Granger”.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Molly” greeted her mother. “Hermione is so excited to start at Hogwarts this year”.

“Oh I know that she will simply adore it! My older boys have all enjoyed their time at the school and Ron has been over the moon with excitement ever since he received his letter”.

“Mother are you coming or not?” whined Percy, sticking his head back through the pillar. “I need to get to the prefects compartment. It’s very important”.

“Of course Percy, we will be right through” assured Mrs. Weasley before turning back to the Grangers. Hermione noticed how she had to smother her amusement at the shocked faces Hermione’s parents had adopted upon seeing Percy’s disembodied head. “All you have to do is step through the pillar to get to the platform. Ginny can go first to show you” explained Mrs. Weasley before gesturing for the girl to dart through the boundary.

Hermione had to hide her own amusement over her parents' shock at seeing such simple magic, they truly had not seen anything yet.

“That’s wicked cool” she exclaimed, playing up the image of an excited eleven year old experiencing magic for the first time. “Can I go next?”

“Of course, dear. Why don't you take your parents through with you as well?” suggested Molly.

“Ok! See you on the other side Ron, maybe we can sit together” suggested Hermione before dragging her parents through the barrier.

----

Stepping onto the familiar platform Hermione let out a cough after accidentally inhaling too much of the train's smoke. For a magical society, the general population of Wizarding England was rather backwards, which included their approach to transportation being a rather out of date train. Despite her coughing attack, Hermione was struck by a deep wave of nostalgia at returning to the site of so many great memories. The platform itself had never featured in the war for her, so it didn't have the negative associations that other places, such as the ministry and Hogwarts had.

“Oh wow. That was so cool!” breathed her father shocked.

“I know right! Just wait until I come back from school and can show you all I learned” cheered Hermione.

The whistle that sounded from the train alerted the little family that she had to get on the train or risk being left behind. Saying goodbye to her parents quickly and promising to write to them often, Hermione hurriedly dropped her trunk off at the baggage compartment before heading towards the back of the train.

Sliding into an open compartment Hermione curled up in one of the seats and tried to sort out her thoughts. Why did her accidental time travel adventure have to drop her off with no time to prepare herself to dive back into her old life. She remembered that the first time around she had spent this train ride trying to impress her future year mates with all that she had learned through self-study while searching for Trevor.

Luckily she had grown out of her insecurities over the years and no longer felt the need to show off for a bunch of eleven year olds. Harry and Ron had often recounted their first meeting and spoken about how it had bonded them. Hermione figured that her best bet for starting off on the right foot with her boys was to join them in their compartment. Set on her plan Hermione stepped out into the corridor to go search for her former/future friends.

She bobbed through the crowds of students looking in the compartment windows for a messy mop of jet black hair and a boy with fiery red hair. Yet, when she passed her tenth compartment she stopped short in shock at the sight of wavy blonde hair, “Luna?!?”

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Band Thanks

Benji, Joel, and Josh Madden. Miles, Abi, Joey, Benny, Lior, Naveed, and the rest of MDDN. Hopeless Records, Zakk Cervini, Courtney Ballard, Jared Poythress, ICM, PRS Guitars, Chinatown Market, XLarge, Reconstruct, De’Wayne Jackson, Lucy Landry, Michael and Jennie, Lucas Hand, Jawn Rocha, Emilio, Good Charlotte, IDKHow, Chapel, Alternative Press, Rocksound Kerrang, Vans.

Geoff Thanks

Amy Dove (Rest in Peace Mom) and Geoff Wigington (Dad), Chloe Kristensen, the absolutely most amazing baby ever, Farore Wigington, Awsten Knight and Otto Wood, Grandpa Wigington, Grandma Wigington, Papa Dove, Roscoe Knight, Ginny Knight, Rick Wood, Patrice Wood, Rebecca Humphries, Timothy Humphries, Sarah Lilley, Cameron gore, Arjun Kapila, Jawn Rocha, Travis Riddle, Andrew Atwood, Joel Madden, Benji Madden, Josh Madden, Amy Madden, Zakk Cervini, Doug Reed, Chelley McQueen, Emilio Rivera, Jared Poythress, Good Charlotte, everyone at MDDN, everyone at Hopeless Records, and you. Thanks for supporting us over the years and continuing to do so! See you soon!!!

Otto Thanks

you.

Awsten Thanks

Mom and dad (almost called you daddy, abstained tho)! Benji and Joel for saving the world every day. Josh and Amy and Elle. Zakk for making my favorite album w me, very cool! Otto and Geoff be sweet boys and not too tall! I like that. Jawn for showing people I’m cute!!!!! I’m just gonna start listing now because I don’t wanna have the longest list:

Travis R, Andrew A, Lucas H, Elijah D, Kal S, De’Wayne J, Zall A, Chelly M, all both of my therapists, Pete W, Gracie K, Emilio R, Michaela O, Fish F, Inderjot S, Joe R, Your Mom, Mikey W, Heather P, Kevin (dog), Sherry S, Carter H, Christian V, Sam F, Eric Tobin and the rest of Hopeless Records, Dallon and Ryan, Netflix, sherbet because I can eat it, Zantae because I need it to sing so there’s me promoting big pharma like a dipshit, Harvey, Creed Bratton, crawfish, my favorite wing place on Magnolia even though I know they’re absolutely laundering money there, Hulu because they’re getting all the good shows, the hot yoga place I started going to because it’s the only thing that can make me stop thinking about fonts, old lady Thai, Jet, all the taco trucks I miss in Houston, HEB, everyone that came to the Warehouse Live show last year, that was great. 

A24 and Blumhouse wow I love yall. Donald Glover, lemon candles, black cherry soap, Target, my car that I didn’t name because I suck at naming cars, Loona, people who dye their hair like me bc that is so cute, Instagram even though they sell my data to Russia which is so wack of them to do wow, me because I’m cute, Claritin D (there I go with big pharma again god DAMMIT), also apparently China is collecting more data than Russia which is crazy, idk why that’s here, I’m not thankful for that uhhhh. Resources, candles, anyone who is nice to me, not dust.

Awsten Anti-Thanks

The people that live in the apartment above me, I’m gonna cut your skin off. I fucking hate you so bad, you made it so hard to think while I was making things for this album. I hope someone forces you to eat a gallon of pennies and then you have to shit that out, you’re literally like punching your floor as I type this and I will destroy you, absolutely fuck you. Fuck dust and seriously I’m gonna cut out my neighbor’s eyes. Mark Zuckerberg. Mark Zuckerberg got baby legs. Idk if you saw the Entertainment credits but I can parallel park now! Good shit. If you didn’t see it, don’t worry about it, don’t buy that. Anyone who’s ever coughed on an airplane I’m on. Me. You. Us. Aw.

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Check out the latest chapter of 19 Years, my Hinny fic!

Harry waved his wand, placing various pieces of furniture into the new house that he and Ginny had just bought. It was beautiful, two stories with three bedrooms and large fireplace already attached to the floo system. It was about five miles from the Burrow.

Ginny was still looking to try out for a quidditch team, but so far there was no luck, and she continued her rigorous training sessions. None of the teams had any openings, so she literally had no options. Harry encouraged her to keep practicing, telling her that an opening would come up soon. He didn’t care if she got a job at all, but she was determined to help out with the money. Sometimes she even took a shift working at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes on the weekends, when George needed a break.

Living together made Harry and Ginny’s lives so adult and normal, it felt like they were already married. They both knew that marriage was the next step for them. Harry had even thought about how he was going to propose, but they had only just moved in together. He knew they had time, so he held back. But Harry knew that they would get married someday. Someday soon.

Until that day though, life wasn’t perfect.

Ginny had been pacing in the living room for about an hour and a half. Harry was usually home from work by four o’clock. It was nearly six now, and Ginny hadn’t even heard from him. Sometimes Harry would get involved in something at work and be late, but he usually sent word, letting Ginny know that he wouldn’t be home on time. She hadn’t heard from him since he’d left in the morning.

She didn’t want to think the worst. He’d worked later than this before, so she told herself that she wasn’t allowed to freak out until ten o’clock. Then, he’d be six hours late, and Ginny thought that was a reasonable amount of time to pull herself together for. She didn’t stop worrying, but she did stop pacing. For a while, she took care of a couple things around the house, doing some laundry and making herself some dinner. After that, she needed to blow off some steam, so she grabbed her Firebolt 2.0 and went for a ride around out in the cool evening air.

The ride did clear her head, but the second she stepped back into the house, she felt that same panic overcome her. She sat down on the couch, and simply stared at the clock until it chimed at ten.

Ginny stood up, what was she going to do again?

Quickly thinking, she took out some parchment and wrote a note just in case Harry came home while she was gone. She then apparated to Grimmauld place, searching for Ron and Hermione, and hoping they knew something.

“Ron!” she shouted from Grimmauld place’s den.

“Ginny? It’s getting late, what are you doing here?” Ron asked, coming down the stairs. Hermione was following him.

“Do you know where Harry is? He was supposed to be home at four, like always. But he never showed,” Ginny felt tears filling her eyes, and she blinked rapidly. She did not want to lose control.

“No, I don’t know, Ginny. Last time I saw him was when I left work, same time as I always do. He looked like he was getting ready to leave too,” Ron told her.

“Damn it,” Ginny muttered.

“I’m sure he’s fine, Ginny,” Hermione spoke up. “We’ll help you find him.”

Ginny nodded, but didn’t look appeased.

“I’ll go back to the ministry. Maybe he’s still there?” Ron suggested.

Ginny nodded again as Hermione reached for her. She hugged her, letting Ginny take a breath.

Ron aparated in a pop, leaving the two girls alone.

“Ginny, maybe you should just go back home. Let us find him,” Hermione said.

“No, I can’t. I have to go look for him,” Ginny disagreed.

“Gin, what if he goes home and no one is there so no one knows he’s safe?” Hermione reasoned.

“I left a note. He’d know I’m out looking for him,” Ginny told her.

“...okay. But I’m not leaving you alone. We’re going everywhere together, you understand?”

“Fine,” Ginny agreed. “Let’s go.”

........

It felt as though they’d been searching for hours. Harry had never scared Ginny like this. He’d always been so careful to let her know about things like this. Ginny really did think she was losing her mind now. She was actually starting to think the worst.

No. He couldn’t be. Harry Potter did not go through hell and back to defeat Voldemort just to wind up dead a little over a year later. He had to be somewhere.

Hermione remained by Ginny’s side as they searched. But they quickly came to realize that there are only a few places Harry could be. His circle of friends was small. And they’d already been to Neville’s, Luna’s, Diagon Alley... they’d even checked Hogsmeade.

“Ginny,” Hermione began cautiously, “For all we know, he’s already back and trying to search for us. If we went back and stayed still, then maybe he could find us.”

Ginny tried to hide her teary eyes from Hermione. Ginny hated crying, and she especially hated it when other people saw her doing it.

“Okay,” Ginny finally replied. Her voice sounded distant to even herself.

Hermione apparated them back to Harry and Ginny’s house, telling Ginny to sit and rest for a while.

The clock in her living room stared back at her, taunting her. It was half past one.

Hermione made her some tea, which Ginny drank in a haze.

Just before the clock rang out signaling that it was two o’clock, there was a pop sound. It was Ron, with a very regretful Harry.

“Oh my God, Harry!” Ginny shouted and tackled him.

“I’m sorry, Gin. I got pulled away for an emergency at work just as I was about to leave,” Harry hugged her tightly.

Ginny released her hold on him to look him in the eye, “You... you can’t do that ever again! Harry, you can’t ever forget to tell me when you get pulled into something for work! I was going mad over here! Poor Hermione has been toting me around for hours!”

“I’m sorry, Ginny. I should have sent you a message. I didn’t think it would take that long,” he said.

“Bloody hell, Harry. I thought you were dead,” Ginny said weakly. “All of the year you were away, I was worried about you. You could’ve been dead or captured. And when you didn’t come home, it brought all those terrible feelings back. I don’t ever want to feel like that again.”

Harry pulled her back to him, hugging her tightly again and saying, “I’ll never do it again. I promise. I’m so sorry, Gin.”

“We’re gonna go...” Hermione whispered as she walked over to Ron.

“Thank you,” Ginny said. “for taking care of me.”

“Anytime, Ginny,” Hermione said, and she and Ron disapparated back to Grimmauld place.

“C’mon Ginny, let’s go to bed,” Harry pulled her up to their bedroom.

The next morning, Harry took the day off. He and Ginny spent the day together, even playing a quick game of Quidditch on their Firebolts.

........

October 1999

Red and orange leaves fell down from the trees in Harry and Ginny’s front lawn, signifying the calm turning of the seasons. Harry watched out the window as they fell, happy for the peace and quiet.

It was Saturday. Harry and Ginny had originally made plans to do absolutely nothing. But late the night before, Andromeda Tonks had popped in to ask if they could take Teddy for the day.

So now, Harry was waiting for her to bring Teddy over. It would be the first time he’d be watching Teddy without his grandmother there. He’d helped out with him several times. He was, after all, his godfather.

But today he felt more like an adult. Which was still a strange feeling, even though he’d come of age well over two years ago.

Ginny, who adored Teddy, had been excited about taking the toddler for the day. She had rarely been around babies growing up, since she was the youngest.

Andromeda came through the floo system with little Teddy at nine, promising to be back for him at seven before leaving the three of them alone.

“Ginny!” Teddy shouted, hurling his little body into Ginny’s arms.

“Hey Teddy!” Ginny hugged him back tightly.

Teddy’s hair began to turn colors, his natural brown locks fading into a soft red color almost identical to Ginny’s.

“Did you do that to your hair to match me?” she asked him.

“Yes!” the small boy yelled delightedly, before turning his attention to his godfather. “Harry!”

Teddy released himself from Ginny’s arms to repeat the same ritual with Harry, even turning his hair the same jet black color as he had done with Ginny.

Teddy was a fun child to be around. He was a bit exhausting being so young and full of energy. Luckily though, they’d been able to convince him to take a nap in the afternoon, allowing themselves a little break.

As the small boy slept in one of the guest bedrooms, Harry began to think about how someday, this could be what they did everyday.

Harry hadn’t thought much about children. They’d only crossed his mind in passing a few times. In all truthfulness, Harry hadn’t planned on surviving the war long enough to have children of his own. He was sure he’d die in the end.

But now he was sitting in his own house, where he lived with a woman he intended to one day soon marry, babysitting a two-year-old and considering the possibility that he might actually have children someday.

And the idea sounded more and more wonderful with each passing day.

........

A little more than a week after having watched Teddy, Harry and Ginny were going to the weekly Weasley Sunday brunch. It had become tradition, with the family having such busy lives, that all the Weasley children (and their plus-ones) returned to the Burrow every Sunday for brunch.

Mrs. Weasley was always making loads of food, giving out numerous hugs to everyone, and smiling. It seems that when all your children have left the nest, it’s much easier to appreciate the small time you get with them.

In the middle of brunch, Ginny nudged Harry and gesturing to Bill and Fleur. They were at the end of the table, talking quietly. So quietly, that it was impossible to eavesdrop on their conversation with the noise coming from the rest of the Weasley family.

“What do you reckon that’s about?” Harry asked.

“Dunno, they’ve been acting weird lately,” Ginny told him.

“You think their having problems?” Harry replied.

“I don’t think so... but they’re definitely hiding something,” Ginny paused for a moment, staring at them and trying to read their lips. “I can’t tell what they’re saying... all I’ve gotten is ‘tell them’ and ‘surprise’. So clearly, something is going to happen today.”

It was only five minutes later, when they found out what all the whispering was about.

“Oy!” Bill shouted, standing up.

The table went silent, waiting for what Bill had to say.

“Fleur and I have some big news,” Bill said, smiling at his wife.

“We’re having a baby!” Fleur finally told them.

Everyone was silent for a moment, and then the table erupted in congratulations. Mrs. Weasley has begun to cry, realizing that it would be her first grandchild. She hugged Fleur tightly.

Hugs were in high demand for the rest of the visit.

Later that night, when Harry and Ginny returned home, Harry began to think about children again. It seemed as though Bill and Fleur were starting what would be a chain reaction of babies being born.

But Harry didn’t know how Ginny felt about it. She loved Teddy, but maybe she didn’t want children of her own.

“Hey, Gin,” Harry said, getting her attention from the edition of the Quibbler she was reading.

“Hm?”

“You know, Bill and Fleur having a baby has got me thinking... We haven’t really talked about children yet,” Harry said.

Ginny put the Quibbler down, looking over at him and waiting for him to continue.

“I just... I want to know what you want. Do you want kids someday?” he finally managed to say.

“Harry, as long as they are with you, I will have as many children as we want,” Ginny said simply, before adding. “Someday.”

Harry smiled.

“You do want them, right?” Ginny asked.

“Of course, I mean, I hadn’t really thought about it until recently, but I do. I want kids of my own someday,” Harry told her.

“So, how many do you think we’ll have?” Ginny asked.

Harry laughed. “Getting ahead of ourselves, aren’t we?”

“It’s better to plan ahead,” Ginny shrugged.

“Now you sound like Hermione,” Harry said. “... but I don’t know. What do you think?”

“Three... maybe four,” Ginny replied nonchalantly, as if they were discussing what to have for lunch tomorrow.

Harry almost laughed again, but held it back, smiling instead. “Alright. Three or four.”

“In the very distant someday,” Ginny added, picking back up her Quibbler.