A Very Weasley Breakfast

(Part of the Breakfast Series)

(A/N: This, I have decided this is set just before Harry arrives a Grimmuld place during the summer of his and Ron's fifth year. It is based off a very funny little story my friend told me about that I thought was perfect for writing a fic for. I dedicate it to my friend anyway, alonsi! Enjoy!)

You know those variety cereal packs you get with all the little boxes in them that little kiddies absolutely adore? We had one of those this morning for breakfast, and I was first downstairs with George. There were only a few chocolaty sugary yummy ones, and I took one, and so did George. Then we filled my box with cheerio's and charmed it shut again, putting it back on the table. Then Ginny came downstairs, and ate the last chocolaty one. We told her what we had done, and we refilled her packet, too, but in this box, we had put the cheerio's carefully back inside the plastic bag, replacing it in the box, so the opener would see the closed end when he opened it.

Then Ron came trundling in last. He picked up my box (which was upside down so the charm would stick) and opened it. He looked inside and frowned. Ginny and George remained silent. I tried to keep a straight face.

"That's strange" said Ron, "the box says choc balls, but look." he then stuck his hand in and pulled out a handful of cheerio's. At this point George and I looked at each other and giggled. Realising it was a prank; Ron promptly hurled the box at me, showering me in cereal. Whilst I was picking the little hoops out of my hair George was laughing his head off at Ron's face which was bright red in anger. At this point Hermione came downstairs; saw the carnage that was the kitchen and grabbed a piece of toast before running off upstairs to escape the inevitable telling off that we were most likely to receive from mum. Then Ron reached across the table and picked up Ginny's old box.

"I prefer these ones anyway" he said indignantly. Then proceeded to open the box.

I held my breath. The bag slid out halfway and he stared at it. A scowl started to form on his face Ginny, George and I exploded with laughter, exchanging High-fives.

Ron, unfortunately, did not see the funny side, and stormed out. After, again showering me in cereal. Mum came down about five minutes after and demanded to know what the devil was going and why there was cereal all over the floor. We all swore that Ron had thrown it. He was dragged by the ear by our very angry (scary) mother to the table and made to clean it all up (the muggle way) while we all laughed at him. He wasn't happy. This had been a most hilarious and riotous affair, something that breakfast was certainly not, well most days it wasn't!

Fin.

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