Harry stepped through the door into his new, temporary bedroom he was sharing with Ron. He walked over to a stack of letters piled very high.
"Who wrote these?" Harry asked.
"No one," said Ron, blushing.
Harry opened one.
"Dear Fleur,-"
"No, no, don't read it!!!!!!!!" cried Ron.
Harry looked at the front of the envelope. Return to Sender was written all over it.
"Oh, sorry Ron," said Harry.
"I don't need your sympathy," snapped Ron. "I don't even suppose you've written to Cho, have you?"
"Errr...no," said Harry.
"Anyway, I'm over Fleur," said Ron, waving his hands. "Half those letters aren't Fleur's 'Return To Sender' letters." Ron made a mad dash for the letters, grabbed them, grabbed a small safe on his bureau, twisted a quick combination, and shoved them in there.
Harry gave Ron a questionable stare and laughed. "Oookayyy..."
"Anyway," began Ron, "Your birthday's in 17 days. Do you feel joyious?"
"No," said Harry. "Not really. 15's not much different from 14, is it?"
Ron's eyes lit up. "Yeah, it is, I mean, when you're 15, you can get a job at Magical Menagarie. And they pay 5 galleons an hour."
"Well, your birthday already came and went, what're you waiting for?" asked Harry.
"Mum doesn't want to bring me there 5 days a week. Oh well," said Ron, sighing.
Ron and Harry ran downstairs. All of a sudden, a head appeared in the fireplace. It was Snape, again.
"Bah! Where's your father, Weasley?"
"He's out," said Ron shortly.
"EURGHHHH!!!" cried Snape. "Some witch ran by and gave me dreadlocks! There's bugs in my hair! Misuse of Muggle Things, I say! " He groaned. "Misuse of Hairspray! I may get fired! And it's all YOUR fault! They think I'm going to influence my students to get dreads!!!"
Ron burst into silent giggles. Harry offered:
"Well, no one likes you much, right? Just tell them that!"
"Potter, shut up!!" Snape turned around. "Ooo...cream filling...Hostess! That's the stuff!"
He disappeared.
Harry and Ron where laughing so hard they were crying. Harry asked:
"Does stuff like this always happen at your house?"
"Yep," answered Ron, grinning.
a/n That was completely, udderly(wink, wink! I love cows!) stupid. If you thought that was funny, you're my new best friend.