Iyay amyay orrysay orfay ethay igpay atinlay! I mean, i am sorr y for the pig latin. i am eating a lot of sugar right now! thiat makes me hyper. i am still not hittiong the backspave button or loking at the keys. dows it suck??? anyone?? anyone??
An awkward silence fell on the den. George started coughing. Ron looked at him.
"So George, who's the mom?" George looked startled.
"Of who?"
"Your kids." George looked enlightened.
"Oh…Them…I don't know. They were left on my…erm…doorstep."
"Yeah. Cause Georgey-Porgy is such a Casanova," Fred coughed in his brandy. George threw a glare at him.
"Then why do they all have red hair?" Ron asked.
"Umm…because…" Hermione burst in the door.
"BUGGERS! Give us the Brandy! Just because we're girls doesn't mean we can't drink too." She snatched the bottle out of Charlie's hands and took a swig. Both the twins jaws dropped.
"Aren't you…pregnant?" Fred asked. Hermione shrugged.
"So? It was a one night stand anyways." Ron looked shocked.
"What?" Hermione asked.
"You-your- you're pregnant?"
"Yeah…And?"
"And drinking???" Hermione sat down in the empty chair.
"You guys told him yet?"
"About what?" Charlie asked.
"Istermay Easleyway." Hermione said.
"Say what?" Ron asked.
"Onay eway id'ntday," Bill said.
"Ancay Iyay elltay imhay?"
"Uresay." Hermione turned to Ron.
"Your dad got cancer," she said bluntly. Ron chocked.
"We have a cure for that right?" he asked. Looks were exchanged around the room.
"Erm…No, Ron." Hermione patted him on the arm.
"So he got better?" More looks.
"Yeah, about that. He didn't …erm…make it." Ron turned pale.
"So he – he's dead?" Hermione nodded.
"The doctors put it down to having eight grandchildren." Ron nodded slowly.
"Right. Well, I am going to rejoin my people," Hermione said. She took the brandy and walked back into the kitchen.
The pig latin says "Mister Weasley?"
"No we didn't."
"Can I tell him?"
"Sure."
Just htought toy should know! Toy is supposed to be you.