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Broken Yolk

Part I: He said

Now, this seems stupid. But I promise it isn't. It's not really fortune-telling, and it's not something that's entirely coincidental either. Yolk-telling.

Yes, I know it's idiotic. But it's part of who I am as Ronald Bilius Weasely. Every morning, even when I'm at Hogwarts, at exactly 6:00 am, before anyone else is up and I make myself a sandwich. Not just any sandwich. It's my sandwich. Fried egg, still runny of course, on two pieces of toast with a glass of orange juice. That is not the weird part, though, I'm sure other people have little routines like that. But I'm a bit different with my egg. I heat up the frying pan, put in some butter (just because I'm a man doesn't mean I don't know how to cook), and crack my egg. Sometimes the yolk breaks, sometimes it stays whole but a little on one side, and sometimes I crack it and for some reason the yolk not only breaks but the egg flies across the room. I'm not saying that it's fate or divination, but whatever happens to my yolk happens to me. Not literally of course, but if the yolk breaks, and it happens to be a day on which we have potions, I can count on a particularly bad day. If my yolk is whole, but not exactly in the middle of the white, I know I'm probably going to have a fine day, not really good, not really bad. Just peachy keen….or whatever that odd muggle phrase is.

But once in a while, the egg turns out absolutely perfect. Yolk dead center and yellow as the sun; white in a perfect circle around it. And then, as yolk-telling goes, I know my day will be perfect.

This morning was not one of those days.

No, no. Today was one of those days where the yolk breaks, the white is not so white, and the egg gets everywhere but in the pan. I don't know if it's my aim or fate, but it's something.

But then, suddenly, something amazing happened. Something that made me believe in yolk-telling once and for all.

Just as my egg was about to hit the floor, Hermione walked through the door. Miraculously, the egg flew back into the pan. A perfect egg. Whole, yellow yolk; ivory white in a lovely circle around it.

Perfection.

Hermione had now progressed to a cup of tea and some toast. I was still standing wonder-struck over my perfectly fried egg. This was the omen I had been waiting for. The sign. The go-signal. Oh, yes. What else could the egg possibly mean other than the obvious, glorious sign that Hermione and I are soul mates? I mean, she walks through the door, and the egg flies back into a perfect circle. Coincidence? I think not.

But…wait. What if Hermione, being the overly-logical witch she is, does not believe in the magical powers of the sacred yolk? What if she doesn't understand about yolk-telling and such? What if she thinks I'm a dumbass? The stress is making me hungry.

What better to do than sit down and enjoy a perfect egg?

Of course, because I'm eating a perfect egg, I am definitely beginning to feel more confident. I can't help but have doubts about Hermione believing me though… So I mull over it in silence.

"Why so quiet, Ron?" she asks me. I think that's what she asks me anyway. I don't really want to answer, so I don't. Instead, I ask, "Do you want a sandwich?"

"That sounds good…yours certainly looks good," I get up to make her one, but she protests. "That's alright, I'll get it," she hasn't started her toast yet, so she places a warming spell on it and walks over to the stove. I watch her carefully, still chewing over my sandwich.

What a surprise.

Another perfect egg! I can't help but stare in disbelief; if my perfect egg wasn't already enough of a sign, the fact that her egg is perfect also certainly is. I have to plan my moves right though; as I said, Hermione is logical.

I have been struck with the most perfect idea!

Mum and Dad are going out tonight with Ginny to visit Gred and Forge in their new shop. I can fake sick, and when they leave, I'll stun Hermione, go outside, and set up a romantic candlelight dinner! Then, when she comes to, I'll confess my love!

It's flawless!