Episode I

'…for…erm, pleasure, but only occasionally and if no one else is around. Generally speaking, Muggles use clipboards as a flat surface to write on.'

Ron yawned. His dad had just gotten loads of old Muggle rubbish from the Ministry, which meant that the rest of the night would be spent listening to (or tuning out, in Ron's case) his lectures and lessons. It was very important to Arthur that his children have a vast knowledge of the Muggle world. Ron found it dreadfully dull, and he couldn't begin to understand why Fred and George were stifling their laughter (and not very well). But it was Fred and George. There was always something to laugh about with them.

Suddenly, a sweet aroma wafted into Ron's nostrils, causing him to perk up. That smelled like ice cream.

Ron liked ice cream.

"And this is a Klondike bar," Arthur explained, holding what appeared to be a small silver package.

Three mouths in the four-person audience began to salivate.

Ginny scrunched her nose up. 'Anything edible that comes in a package like that can't be healthy.'

'I hear Muggles go nuts for these things,' Arthur told her. 'But you're probably right about the nutritional value.'

Ron was fascinated. 'What is it?'

Arthur smiled. 'Precisely what I'm about to show you.' He tore open the silver paper, exposing a dark slab of cold chocolate.

Ron reached for it. 'Can I have a bit?'

'Let's finish looking at it first, shall we?' Arthur laughed, and broke off a corner of the ice cream bar. He peered at it, then frowned. 'It looks like…just vanilla. Vanilla and a chocolate coating.'

'Bit plain for my taste,' Fred commented.

'It might be decent,' George pointed out.

'Well, it is a Muggle antique,' Fred agreed. 'I bet we could pawn it off to some first-years for loads of Galleons.'

'Now you see what I'm getting at!' George grinned.

'I'm telling my friends you said that,' Ginny frowned, inspecting her nails.

'Now, Gin,' Fred tried to reason with her. 'We've got nothing against your friends. We just want their money.'

'Can I have a bit, Dad?' Ron repeated. He found the Muggle treat fascinating. He felt he would do almost…anything…for it.

'Sure thing, Ron.' Arthur popped the torn corner into his mouth and handed Ron the rest of the ice cream bar. 'Have at it.'

Ron took a bite. It was creamy and soft and sweet in the middle, and rich and crispy and also sweet on the outside. It was…a beautiful thing. It was…heaven.

'You all right, mate?' George asked, eyeing his brother strangely.

Ron nodded slowly. 'I need…another.'

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~KaleidoscopeKate