"I like to drown my sorrows in mince pies that my sister makes," Ron said to the room at large.
"Oh Ron," Charlie said. "I'm sorry you're such a loser!"
Him, Bill, Fred and George hooted with laughter, high-wanding each other.
"Yeah, guess now we know how Ron's gotten those abs... All the effort it takes lifting the mince pies up to his greedy chops!" It wasn't that funny but Fred still smirked maliciously as the others jeered.
Ron's face crumpled. He broke away another cube of mince pie and chomped on it miserably, blinking back the tears.
Just as George opened his mouth to make another joke, Ron heaved to his feet, threw open the falling-apart door and crawled away, sobbing "VHY?!"
Later when Ron was sobbing hideously and lying in bed, Ginny entered.
"Ronnie boy! You shouldn't worry what those youngin's say! Here now, have some mince pies!" She tossed the large pastries at him. They hit him and it hurt.
"Go away Gin! I do not want any more mince pies." Ron declared, sitting up straight and wiping the sweet, plump meat junk from his chin.
Ginny was furious. "You no likely mince pies?! But sir! You must be delirious! You no know what you are saying."
She unzipped her suitcase which was filled with mince pies and promptly started to hurl them in the general direction of Ron's mouth. When he avoided them, she grappled a handful of the pies and smudged them onto Ron's face. He gasped for air until suddenly he was Mince Pie Man