Ho hum!
So I had the big news totally spoiled to me by all three of my brothers, within two minutes of each other. I am no longer speaking to any of them and have revoked all rights to Christmas presents from me.
Instead, I'll send *hugs* to jules1278 and post a cookie from A Gentle Bossa Nova, which is currently with my beta reader.
Part II: Concerning Ron and Ginny
It was only a Chocolate Frog.
Ron had pressed it into Ginny’s hand as she had sat on the bank of the frog pond, her back toward the Burrow, wallowing in her disappointment.
It had been the first of September and Bill’s last year at Hogwarts. Ginny had had her heart set on accompanying Arthur, Bill, Charlie and Percy to the train station; she had thought it would be the last time she would have to say good bye to Bill.
But the twins had been confined in bed, recovering after breaking their wrists after falling off their toy broomsticks. Molly was to stay with them at the Burrow and, at the last minute, it had been decided that Ron and Ginny would stay at home as well so that Arthur could go to the Ministry straight away.
Ginny had been heartbroken and too furious at Molly and the twins to remain indoors and play quietly as her mother had wanted. She had sat beside the pond refusing to acknowledge anyone but Ron. Molly had occasionally sent him outside with a bun or a glass of water for her, but she had refused it all.
He had been disappointed as well - any type of trip had been considered a treat - but hadn’t blamed anyone. Disappointment was something he unfortunately had always known, being the youngest boy. And after Molly had all but admitted defeat and had left a tray of ham sandwiches and scones on the kitchen table, Ron had sat down next to Ginny and had slipped the Chocolate Frog in her hand.
The tears that Ginny had kept to herself finally fell. Bill had made it a tradition to bring Ginny a Chocolate Frog from the Hogwarts Express every June. While it hadn’t been exactly the same, that thoughtful present from Ron had meant so much to her.
She had thrown her arms around Ron and sobbed a little on his shoulder. He had patted her on the head - as he had seen Molly do - and said, a little helplessly, “It’s just a Chocolate Frog.”
Instead, I'll send *hugs* to jules1278 and post a cookie from A Gentle Bossa Nova, which is currently with my beta reader.
Part II: Concerning Ron and Ginny
It was only a Chocolate Frog.
Ron had pressed it into Ginny’s hand as she had sat on the bank of the frog pond, her back toward the Burrow, wallowing in her disappointment.
It had been the first of September and Bill’s last year at Hogwarts. Ginny had had her heart set on accompanying Arthur, Bill, Charlie and Percy to the train station; she had thought it would be the last time she would have to say good bye to Bill.
But the twins had been confined in bed, recovering after breaking their wrists after falling off their toy broomsticks. Molly was to stay with them at the Burrow and, at the last minute, it had been decided that Ron and Ginny would stay at home as well so that Arthur could go to the Ministry straight away.
Ginny had been heartbroken and too furious at Molly and the twins to remain indoors and play quietly as her mother had wanted. She had sat beside the pond refusing to acknowledge anyone but Ron. Molly had occasionally sent him outside with a bun or a glass of water for her, but she had refused it all.
He had been disappointed as well - any type of trip had been considered a treat - but hadn’t blamed anyone. Disappointment was something he unfortunately had always known, being the youngest boy. And after Molly had all but admitted defeat and had left a tray of ham sandwiches and scones on the kitchen table, Ron had sat down next to Ginny and had slipped the Chocolate Frog in her hand.
The tears that Ginny had kept to herself finally fell. Bill had made it a tradition to bring Ginny a Chocolate Frog from the Hogwarts Express every June. While it hadn’t been exactly the same, that thoughtful present from Ron had meant so much to her.
She had thrown her arms around Ron and sobbed a little on his shoulder. He had patted her on the head - as he had seen Molly do - and said, a little helplessly, “It’s just a Chocolate Frog.”