Chapter Fifty (woot times 4)
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Bang!
“Wakey, wakey, rise and shine!”
Ron grunted and rolled over, squinting his eyes open q minute amount so that he could just about recognise the shock of short, bright red hair that belonged to one of his elder siblings.
“I don’t know how, and I don’t know when,” Ron began in a dark and threatening voice, “but one of these days I shall fully get Ginny to teach me her Bat Bogey Hex and then I will hunt you down, Fred Weasley, hunt you down like a dog.”
“But until that day,” Fred said in a cheerful voice, plonking down on the end of Ron’s bed and bouncing, “you’ll have to put up and shut up. Now come on, up!“
“Fred, it’s ten to twelve on my one day off.” Ron sat up and stretched, flexing his wide, bare shoulders in the dappled light that was entering through the partially covered window. “Could you at least not picked a time to come annoy me when you know that I would be awake?”
“it’s Ginny’s day off today too,” Fred said randomly.
“I know that; I’m not stupid.”
“That’s why mum wishes to have your presence at a family Sunday roast in exactly seven minutes.”
“It’s Tuesday today,” replied Ron with a confused look.
“That’s what I said.” Fred frowned. “Mum said to get our arses there anyway.”
Ron groaned.
“Exactly my response,” Fred said, getting up off Ron’s bed and brushing his trousers down. “I’ll see you there. Oh, and I’d put some clothes on before you go, if I were you.”
Bang!
“I knew there was a reason I was going to put anti-apparating charms on this flat,” Ron grumbled, glaring at the spot Fred had just been standing on as he climbed out of bed. He pulled some clothes on and yelled a hasty; “Going out!” at the general direction of Zach’s bedroom door, for which he got a grumpy sounding reply of; “Good.” Ron rolled his eyes as he visualised the kitchen of the Burrow and disapparated.
Bang!
“Ah, Ron, good,” a stressed-looking Mrs Weasley said as soon as Ron appeared. It seemed that each Weasley had a different apparation noise, of which only Mrs Weasley could tell the difference, even if it had taken her two attempts to get Fred and George right. “You can go and stop Fred and George winding Percy up so much that he curses them both.”
“Welcome back to the madhouse little bro,” Charlie whispered to Ron, continuing his job of setting the table.
“And they clearly are quite dangerous!” Ron heard Percy’s shrill voice say as he walked into the crowded living room.
“What’s going on now?” Ron asked the room at large.
“Percy and the twins are arguing about how dangerous Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes love potions are,” Mr Weasley said from behind his Daily Prophet.
“Mainly because one they sold to Penelope Clearwater was used on him and actually worked,” Ginny whispered with a grin. “She tried to get him to swing the other way.”
“Take more than that to get old Perce to swing the other way,” Ron said in between bursts of laughter. Percy looked murderous. Mr Weasley looked confused.
“Food’s up!” Charlie called from the kitchen. The following mass rush of bodies towards the table could be, and had been, compared to a stampede of African antelope.
Ron somehow found himself sandwiched between Charlie and Fred. The table was alive with vegetables being passed, loud chatter and laughter. Ron beamed around at his family; he had missed occasions like this over the past few years.
“You might want to be careful who you turn that grin on, they might think you’re a bit bonkers,” Charlie whispered in Ron’s ear and he had the good grace to tone it down a bit.
“So what has everybody been up to?” Mrs Weasley asked happily, helping herself to mashed potatoes.
George grinned at Ginny. Ginny frowned at George.
“Well I know for a fact that Ginny’s been snogging Hermione’s boyfriend and leading Neville on.”
“George Weasley,” Ginny began yelling. “That’s a downright lie and you know it. And plus, I happen to know that Charlie went on a date with Dana without telling Tonks!”
“Well if it’s like that,“ Charlie said with a frown, “Fred’s been shagging random college girls!”
“I’m not even the worst!” Fred yelled, looking from Ginny, George and Charlie’s angry red faces to Mrs Weasley’s white and shocked one. “Percy’s been living with Oliver Wood, a bloke!“
Percy looked outraged. “I was going to tell you, unlike Ginny! She hasn’t even told Hermione or Neville!”
“Yeah, well… Well…” Ginny seemed to have run out of things to say, until she jumped in her seat and glared at Ron. “Well Ron jerked off Draco Malfoy in an alleyway in town!”
There was a sudden thump and everyone peered over the edge of the table at Mrs Weasley’s prostrate form. She had fainted.
“Well err… what do you think we should do with her?” Ron said hesitantly, finally breaking the silence.
“I’d leave her there,” Bill said, shutting the kitchen door behind him. “After all, it’s not a proper Weasley family gathering without someone fainting, is it?”
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Bang!
“Wakey, wakey, rise and shine!”
Ron grunted and rolled over, squinting his eyes open q minute amount so that he could just about recognise the shock of short, bright red hair that belonged to one of his elder siblings.
“I don’t know how, and I don’t know when,” Ron began in a dark and threatening voice, “but one of these days I shall fully get Ginny to teach me her Bat Bogey Hex and then I will hunt you down, Fred Weasley, hunt you down like a dog.”
“But until that day,” Fred said in a cheerful voice, plonking down on the end of Ron’s bed and bouncing, “you’ll have to put up and shut up. Now come on, up!“
“Fred, it’s ten to twelve on my one day off.” Ron sat up and stretched, flexing his wide, bare shoulders in the dappled light that was entering through the partially covered window. “Could you at least not picked a time to come annoy me when you know that I would be awake?”
“it’s Ginny’s day off today too,” Fred said randomly.
“I know that; I’m not stupid.”
“That’s why mum wishes to have your presence at a family Sunday roast in exactly seven minutes.”
“It’s Tuesday today,” replied Ron with a confused look.
“That’s what I said.” Fred frowned. “Mum said to get our arses there anyway.”
Ron groaned.
“Exactly my response,” Fred said, getting up off Ron’s bed and brushing his trousers down. “I’ll see you there. Oh, and I’d put some clothes on before you go, if I were you.”
Bang!
“I knew there was a reason I was going to put anti-apparating charms on this flat,” Ron grumbled, glaring at the spot Fred had just been standing on as he climbed out of bed. He pulled some clothes on and yelled a hasty; “Going out!” at the general direction of Zach’s bedroom door, for which he got a grumpy sounding reply of; “Good.” Ron rolled his eyes as he visualised the kitchen of the Burrow and disapparated.
Bang!
“Ah, Ron, good,” a stressed-looking Mrs Weasley said as soon as Ron appeared. It seemed that each Weasley had a different apparation noise, of which only Mrs Weasley could tell the difference, even if it had taken her two attempts to get Fred and George right. “You can go and stop Fred and George winding Percy up so much that he curses them both.”
“Welcome back to the madhouse little bro,” Charlie whispered to Ron, continuing his job of setting the table.
“And they clearly are quite dangerous!” Ron heard Percy’s shrill voice say as he walked into the crowded living room.
“What’s going on now?” Ron asked the room at large.
“Percy and the twins are arguing about how dangerous Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes love potions are,” Mr Weasley said from behind his Daily Prophet.
“Mainly because one they sold to Penelope Clearwater was used on him and actually worked,” Ginny whispered with a grin. “She tried to get him to swing the other way.”
“Take more than that to get old Perce to swing the other way,” Ron said in between bursts of laughter. Percy looked murderous. Mr Weasley looked confused.
“Food’s up!” Charlie called from the kitchen. The following mass rush of bodies towards the table could be, and had been, compared to a stampede of African antelope.
Ron somehow found himself sandwiched between Charlie and Fred. The table was alive with vegetables being passed, loud chatter and laughter. Ron beamed around at his family; he had missed occasions like this over the past few years.
“You might want to be careful who you turn that grin on, they might think you’re a bit bonkers,” Charlie whispered in Ron’s ear and he had the good grace to tone it down a bit.
“So what has everybody been up to?” Mrs Weasley asked happily, helping herself to mashed potatoes.
George grinned at Ginny. Ginny frowned at George.
“Well I know for a fact that Ginny’s been snogging Hermione’s boyfriend and leading Neville on.”
“George Weasley,” Ginny began yelling. “That’s a downright lie and you know it. And plus, I happen to know that Charlie went on a date with Dana without telling Tonks!”
“Well if it’s like that,“ Charlie said with a frown, “Fred’s been shagging random college girls!”
“I’m not even the worst!” Fred yelled, looking from Ginny, George and Charlie’s angry red faces to Mrs Weasley’s white and shocked one. “Percy’s been living with Oliver Wood, a bloke!“
Percy looked outraged. “I was going to tell you, unlike Ginny! She hasn’t even told Hermione or Neville!”
“Yeah, well… Well…” Ginny seemed to have run out of things to say, until she jumped in her seat and glared at Ron. “Well Ron jerked off Draco Malfoy in an alleyway in town!”
There was a sudden thump and everyone peered over the edge of the table at Mrs Weasley’s prostrate form. She had fainted.
“Well err… what do you think we should do with her?” Ron said hesitantly, finally breaking the silence.
“I’d leave her there,” Bill said, shutting the kitchen door behind him. “After all, it’s not a proper Weasley family gathering without someone fainting, is it?”
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