Chapter 3
Ron Weasley was sitting on the couch, reading the Daily Prophet when a little red whirlwind crashed into him.
'Oof!' Ron huffed, as his 3 year old son Hugo jumped into his lap.
'Daddy, daddy!' Hugo exclaimed. 'An owl came through the window and landed on my head! It dropped this letter down the toilet!' At this he held up a soggy looking envelope with illegible writing on the front, as it had been smudged by the water from the toilet.
Ron cringed, 'Hugo, did you get that out of the toilet yourself?'
'Yep!' Hugo replied proudly. 'I stuck my hand in and gra-'
'Did you wash your hands afterwards?' Ron interrupted.
'Was I supposed to?' came Hugo's innocent response.
Ron sighed. 'Just give me the letter Hugo, thank you for getting it for me, now go wash your hands or your mother will have a fit.'
Hugo giggled at this and handed over the letter before scuttling off upstairs.
'Honestly, that child will be the death of me,' Ron huffed before turning to the object that had caused this problem.
The writing on the front of the letter had been smudged so badly that it was unreadable. Turning it over however proved effective as the envelope was held together by a Hogwarts seal.
'What would Hogwarts be sending us a letter?' he mused. 'Neither of the kids are near Hogwarts age.'
Deciding that the only way to find out the purpose of the letter was to open it, Ron broke the seal and pulled out the waterlogged piece of parchment.
'Bloody brilliant,' Ron muttered to himself. The majority of the writing on the actual letter was smudged as well. However some words could be made out, including: 'reunion', 'reconciliations', 'via', 'express', 'dance', 'sample', 'fitting' and 'site'.
'How could those words possibly fit together?' he mumbled. At this point Lavender glided into the room with the proclamation that tea was ready.
Before she could leave again, she noticed the soggy bit of parchment her husband was holding.
'Ron dear, what's that you're holding?' she inquired.
Ron turned to look at her and sighed, 'It's a letter from Hogwarts that Hugo claims the owl dropped down the loo. It's completely illegible.'
Lavender huffed out a laugh. 'Do you mean the letter about the reunion?'
At this, Ron jumped up from his seat. 'What reunion?'
'Oh I suppose I forgot to tell you,' she hummed.
'Forgot to tell me what?!' Ron interjected.
'Oh, right.' Lavender said. 'A few months ago, Headmistress McGonagall contacted me regarding holding a Hogwarts reunion. Since I'm an events planner, she wanted me to organise it, but she asked me to keep it on the down low, as if everyone knew, the press would end up showing up and there would be chaos. So I've had to keep it a secret. But anyway, that's want the letter will be about. I have all the details anyway, the letter was just a formality.'
'I can't believe you didn't trust me enough not to tell anyone about it,' Ron said with an affronted expression on his face.
'No offence love, but you can't keep a secret to save your life,' Lavender replied honestly. 'Don't you remember that time with my mother's harp and the pruning shears? The whole country would have known about the reunion within an hour.'
'Fair enough,' Ron muttered, but the affronted expression remained on his face.
'So what is this reunion thing?'
Eager to talk about the event she'd planned, Lavender gave an in depth description of the reunion, that resulted in Ron falling asleep and tea going cold.
'RONALD WEASLEY, WAKE UP!' Lavender screeched when she noticed her husband had fallen asleep.
'Sheesh woman,' Ron yelped. 'Practicing your impression of my mother are you?'
That comment only resulted in him getting smacked round the head with the Daily Prophet he had been reading earlier.
'What was that for?!' Ron exclaimed.
'You know what that was for.' Lavender huffed. 'Anyway, come eat your tea, then you can go get started on your speech for the reunion.'
'Speech! What speech?' Ron asked frantically.
'Maybe if you'd listened to me when I was telling you about it you'd know!' Lavender remarked sassily.
'I'm sorry love,' Ron begged. 'Please tell me again.'
Lavender just sauntered out of the room to eat her now cold meal, with the sounds of Ron's begging echoing in the background.
It was only much later, after Ron had finally extracted the information about his speech from Lavender, that he finally allowed himself to wonder if he would finally see his former best friend again at this reunion.