Ginny, who was trying to delicately get her hip to squeeze through the threshold of the house, looked up when she heard laughter. Not knowing the turmoil that her husband had been going through over the last few days and not realizing that his laughter wasn't entirely due to her current predicament, she gave a small pout and threw her hands up into the air.
"Yes, yes. Laugh it up, Potter." She said, unable to hold her pout for very long because she was not oblivious to how ridiculous this scene must look. "I'm glad you're amused anyway. Just remember that turnabout is fair play and back home you're running around in tights and sleeves that are at least as ridiculous as these." She flapped her elbows to give the full effect of just how outrageous her own poufy sleeves were. "This is what happens when you let a 5 year old make the decisions." Ginny had a soft spot for birthday wishes and really, 5 year old Lily was heartbreaking to have to disappoint and so she'd caved. Her life was truly not her own any longer.
"When you're quite finished, I need a little help." She said with a half-laugh herself. He certainly looked like Harry. And he laughed like Harry and she was sure she'd know if it was just some impostor pretending to be as soon as he got a bit closer. Just like she had just known her daughter. Her 21 year old daughter, who had just turned 5 that morning and had grown into a beautiful young woman in the blink of an eye. That was less metaphorical than it would've been coming from almost any other parent. She couldn't wait to see the boys and how they had grown-up. Handsome, of course, like their father, she was sure.