In the kitchen
Summary: Ron wants to help his mum in the kitchen and she gets suspicious. One-shot.
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A/N: Please, note that English is not my native language and I have no beta. If you find any mistakes, feel free to tell me about them. I have nothing against constructive criticism, but no flames, please!
In the kitchen
Mrs. Weasley was cooking. It was Ginny's birthday and the woman wanted to make everything perfect for her Little Princess. Not every day a girl turns ten.
The red-headed woman was chopping onion when she noticed her youngest son at the sink peeling potatoes. This kind of behaviour was unusual for the male part of the Weasley-clan. And even more, it was outright suspicious.
"Ronald Weasley! What are you doing here?"
"E-er... Helping you in the kitchen..." The boy turned to her and answered a bit nervously.
"I doubt this. You are either stealing the important ingredients of my future chef d'oeuvres or planning another prank on your poor mother." And acting on the spur of the moment added: "Empty your pockets, right now!"
Surprisingly Ron did as he was told without any fight. He put aside a knife he was using, wiped his hands and put everything he had in the pockets on the nearby stool.
There was nothing suspicious in those items: two knuts, a piece of chewing gum, several candy wrappings and a wand... Wait a moment, a wand?
"Why are you carrying your wand with you? You aren't allowed to use it outside of Hogwarts. And by the way you haven't learnt any spell yet. What's the use of carrying it around? You might lose or break it. We don't have money to buy you another one. I'd better put it in the safe place." With these words the Weasley matriarch took the wand and put it in the pocket of her apron. Then she turned to the stove where the sauce was boiling and added: "Go help your brothers, Ron. They are degnoming the garden. Off with you." The woman waved her hand dismissively.
Ron shrugged his shoulders and left the kitchen.
But as he was walking to the garden the boy could not stay silent.
"What's wrong with her? I just wanted to help," mumbled he under his nose.
"Hey, Ickle Ronniekins, where are you going?" A too cheerful voice sounded.
"The garden has already been degnomed!" Another cheerful voice added.
"But if you want to help, -"
"- you can help us with all these-"
"- if you aren't too busy, of course."
Ron looked up and saw his brothers. Fred and George were sitting on a blanket behind the rose-bushes and were having a picnic (that could be called a mini-feast).
"Guys, where is this from?" The youngest of Weasley brothers asked while sitting down.
The twins grinned and Fred (Ron was sure that it was Fred) said: "From the kitchen, of course. And, by the way, we have to thank you -"
"- for distracting our mum long enough -"
"- so that we got all this food."
Ron felt that his ears were turning pink.
"I just wanted to help."
"Don't worry, little bro', just enjoy."
And the boy did as he was told.
- THE END -
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