This is a little drabble that popped out of nowhere. Heh. Ron...
You know the disclaimer. If not, I can have Piggie bring it to you!
The owl stared at Ron.
Ron stared at the owl.
...that is, if it even was an owl.
With his luck, it was probably some sort of possessed- whatchamacallit... that Muggle thing. A batball? Galf ball? Yeah. It was probably some demonic galf ball.
Well, at least Crookshanks hadn't eaten it.
Come to think of it, why was he depending on the opinion of a cat? All the... thing did was bounce!
'Sides, even though that cat had been trying to eat Sca-Pettigrew, that doesn't mean he trusted it. It was the same way a war never truely ended. He had gained many a scar in fierce battle with that monster cat.
Not to mention it ate spiders. Spiders! Why would it do that?
Spiders. Nasty little beasts. All creepy and crawly and- ugh.
What do you want to bet that this thing ate spiders too? Better yet, that it would eat rats?
Percy still hadn't forgiven him for losing his precious "pet". What was he supposed to say, that it was a traitorous, cowardly Death Eater who'd framed Sirius Black and faked his own death?
Yes, because that would go over so well with little Mr. Minister-In-Training.
The prat kept flouncing around the house, proclaiming his ultimate might because he was the underling of some Head or another. Worst of all, he kept trying to to give Ron... career advice. Ugh.
Little wan-
SCRIIIIIIEEECH!
BLOODY DEMON BIRD!
Ron stumbled away, clutching his ears. In his mental grumblings, he'd forgotten all about the demon bird and what he'd come up here to do ...what was that again?
The demon bird hopped menacingly and opened it's mouth slightly. Maybe Ginny was right to call it Pig.
And why did his sister get to name his owl? Now he was stuck with some hyperactive midget owl name Pigwidgeon! PIGWIDGEON!
*Hoot*
A baleful eye glared daggers at him, somehow managing to be threatening while being less than a meter high and fluffy.
He should probably get to whatever that was now...
Oh, right. He had to write his letter to Harry. The first that he'd send using his lovely new owl!
*(The female Weasley's had fallen in love with the "owl" when he'd told them his cover-up story (why an owl had suddenly replaced his rat). Apparently, Ron had nursed it back to health after a harsh storm and it had taken to following him around *aww*)
Wait- YES! He got to send the demon bird Pig to the home of the demon pigs! This was perfect! Plus, a whole day without having to fend off that beastly screaming terror!
Poor Harry... he wouldn't know what hit him.
Something small and furry collided with the side of Harry's head.
SCRIIIIIIIEEEECH!
"What the-!"