Ron looked up from the letter, its words blurring momentarily as a tear
trickled down his face. Wiping his face scornfully on the sleeve of his
robe, he turned back to his letter, afraid to look at Angelina less he
start crying all over again. Thus, he missed the look of sympathy on her
face.
"Now I never was one to give you advice on life, but just this once you need to hear some. You need to be yourself Ron, not who think everyone wants you to be. Granted it's a little late in life for you to change, but better late than never. I remember when you were a real little Ronnikins pegging you to be the latest version of Percy, but then you'd do something that threw that opinion out the door like sneaking out to the garden, breaking my toy broom (yes, I still remember that.your look of terror at the spider your teddy bear became was unforgettable. Too bad I never made that a prank for the store), and later on, sneaking out after hours with Harry Potter.
The most memorable expression I can recall from your face, from infancy on, was that scrunched up worried look on your face when you realize something is dreadfully wrong. I remember the first time you played Quidditch with us older boys, you got flattened by the bludger and mom yelled at me for a week about it. Then there was your first day at Hogwarts when George and I had you convinced that sorting was going to be the most horrible experience of your life, filled with danger. You were so concerned you'd be in a different house, that you wouldn't get Gryffindor. Your look of relief was absolutely priceless.
The thing is Ron, you don't have to be the best, you don't have to be the hero, you don't have to be better than all the other Weasleys. I saw how much you struggled with being the youngest boy, of having the oldest hand me downs, of how much you wanted to be memorable in and off yourself and not compared to Bill, Charlie, Percy, George or me. It doesn't matter if you weren't as smart as Percy or as good at Quidditch as Charlie or as popular as the infamous Weasley twins," Ron paused in his reading, taking in a deep breath before continuing, "We were all focused on one thing above all, but you Ron, you had pieces of each of us and something more.
Well that's more than enough brotherly advice from me, otherwise you'll go around with a big head. I'll just remind you that there are still pranks hidden all over the Burrow, not to mention that little apartment you call your own in Hogsmeade. One day, you'll have found all of them, but that won't be for a long time yet. Not unless you've recently gotten a lot better at finding them.
Fred
Ron folded up his note again, a sad smile on his face. His brown eyes picked up the date on the envelope, a date only three weeks earlier. Sliding the paper back into the envelope, he finally looked at Angelina with over bright eyes.
"Your letter next?" he asked softly.
"Now I never was one to give you advice on life, but just this once you need to hear some. You need to be yourself Ron, not who think everyone wants you to be. Granted it's a little late in life for you to change, but better late than never. I remember when you were a real little Ronnikins pegging you to be the latest version of Percy, but then you'd do something that threw that opinion out the door like sneaking out to the garden, breaking my toy broom (yes, I still remember that.your look of terror at the spider your teddy bear became was unforgettable. Too bad I never made that a prank for the store), and later on, sneaking out after hours with Harry Potter.
The most memorable expression I can recall from your face, from infancy on, was that scrunched up worried look on your face when you realize something is dreadfully wrong. I remember the first time you played Quidditch with us older boys, you got flattened by the bludger and mom yelled at me for a week about it. Then there was your first day at Hogwarts when George and I had you convinced that sorting was going to be the most horrible experience of your life, filled with danger. You were so concerned you'd be in a different house, that you wouldn't get Gryffindor. Your look of relief was absolutely priceless.
The thing is Ron, you don't have to be the best, you don't have to be the hero, you don't have to be better than all the other Weasleys. I saw how much you struggled with being the youngest boy, of having the oldest hand me downs, of how much you wanted to be memorable in and off yourself and not compared to Bill, Charlie, Percy, George or me. It doesn't matter if you weren't as smart as Percy or as good at Quidditch as Charlie or as popular as the infamous Weasley twins," Ron paused in his reading, taking in a deep breath before continuing, "We were all focused on one thing above all, but you Ron, you had pieces of each of us and something more.
Well that's more than enough brotherly advice from me, otherwise you'll go around with a big head. I'll just remind you that there are still pranks hidden all over the Burrow, not to mention that little apartment you call your own in Hogsmeade. One day, you'll have found all of them, but that won't be for a long time yet. Not unless you've recently gotten a lot better at finding them.
Fred
Ron folded up his note again, a sad smile on his face. His brown eyes picked up the date on the envelope, a date only three weeks earlier. Sliding the paper back into the envelope, he finally looked at Angelina with over bright eyes.
"Your letter next?" he asked softly.