"Hey Gin," Oliver grinned ruefully down to the pint-sized ginger, marveling at just how much she looked like her brothers. "So, I was thinking we might use the Puddlemere pitch, as it's open today. You can apparate, right?" He peered up at the sky, wishing for thicker clouds in the chance Ginny preferred to fly.
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