"MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAC- DOOOON- AAAAAAALDSSSSSSSSSSSSS, HOOOOOOOOOW- MAAAAAAAAY- I- TAAAAAAAAKE- YOOOUUUR- OOOOOOOOOORDEEEEEEEEEEEER????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
The muggles waiting in the drive through looked startled, three cars down the line they were covering their ears. The man in the car facing the speaker recovered and tentatively removed his hands from his ears.
"Err- e- we- we'd like a- er- a two Big Macs, and a- er- Mighty Kids Meal- er- please."
"ZAAAAAAAAAAT- AAAAAAAAAAAAALL????????!!!!!!!!"
The muggle's hands flew back to his ears and looking very nervous indeed replied, "Er- yes- es."
"PLEEEEEEEEEEZ- MOOOOOOOOOOOVE- TOOOOOOOO- THE- NEEEEEEEEXT- WINDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!!"
The Mac Donald's manager shoved past the numerous employees covering their ears and staring bewildered at the young red head, speaking, or rather shouting, into the microphone.
"What's the idea, what's the idea, you think you're funny, do you? Trying to put us out of business on your first day? Well I'll tell you my idea Mr. Ronald Weasley, you're fired!" The manager had turned beet red. He didn't wait for a response. "Just get out of here, go on out!"
Ron was apparently mystified, he had no idea as to what the trouble was. He ran out of the Mac Donald's not bothering to take the apron and hat off. He took a quick confused look back at the manager as some of the employees began to chuckle. When he was outside he looked around, located the familiar clump of bushes and dove in. He apparated with a fizzle into his bedroom at the burrow, and promptly tripped over a pile of his summer homework. The ghoul in the attic banged the pipes in response to his arrival.
"Well now I have time to get started on that potions essay," Ron muttered to himself reproachfully, "Naaah."