Dissclaimer-I don't own Harry potter.
The pounding at the door came again. Why did they always bother him when he was busy? He turned back to the mirror carefully messing up his hair. Eyeing the red roots peeking through the black dye he decided he would have to redo it sometime soon. The knocking persisted accompanied be a voice, "Son? I need in there, I have to get ready for work."
"Hold on I'm workin' on my contacts." Suiting action to word he picked up the container and unscrewed the top delicately pulling out first one then the other. Once they were in he went about carefully adjusting them.
His dad must have given up and went to work as is because now the knocking was in stereo and there were two voices not one. "Open up! We left some stuff in there and we need it!" "If you don't come out we'll slip a dung bomb under the door and smoke you out!"
The boy hopped down off the stool and rummaged around until he found what he was looking for. A bulging sack in hand he marched over to the door and opened it just enough to toss the bag at the twins. "Uh, Thanks." And the last word came out one of the things in the back accidentally exploded but by then the bathroom door was closed and locked again.
Back on his stool the boy twitched his baggy clothes into a satisfactory position and looked over himself. Yes he was ready to make his debut.
In the kitchen A plump woman sat at the table with her daughter who had equally red hair as they finished breakfast. The rest of the large family had disappeared for the day each going his own way. At the noise of feet on the stairway the boys mother looked up and started a peevish speech, "Late for breakfast and locking the rest of us out of the bathroom well you can jus..." She stopped to look closely at her now green eyed son. The little girl who had noticed as soon as he entered sat staring bug-eyed at her brother with something close to amazement. "Dear don't you think you are going a little far with this... obsession?"
The boy looked down at the over large robes and walked over to a mirror to look at his face. Black hair, green eyes, a lovely little lightening bolt scar drawn on with magic marker everything was in place. "No mum I think I got it just right this time."
There in the Weasley's kitchen stood Ron Weasley, number one Harry Potter fan.
The pounding at the door came again. Why did they always bother him when he was busy? He turned back to the mirror carefully messing up his hair. Eyeing the red roots peeking through the black dye he decided he would have to redo it sometime soon. The knocking persisted accompanied be a voice, "Son? I need in there, I have to get ready for work."
"Hold on I'm workin' on my contacts." Suiting action to word he picked up the container and unscrewed the top delicately pulling out first one then the other. Once they were in he went about carefully adjusting them.
His dad must have given up and went to work as is because now the knocking was in stereo and there were two voices not one. "Open up! We left some stuff in there and we need it!" "If you don't come out we'll slip a dung bomb under the door and smoke you out!"
The boy hopped down off the stool and rummaged around until he found what he was looking for. A bulging sack in hand he marched over to the door and opened it just enough to toss the bag at the twins. "Uh, Thanks." And the last word came out one of the things in the back accidentally exploded but by then the bathroom door was closed and locked again.
Back on his stool the boy twitched his baggy clothes into a satisfactory position and looked over himself. Yes he was ready to make his debut.
In the kitchen A plump woman sat at the table with her daughter who had equally red hair as they finished breakfast. The rest of the large family had disappeared for the day each going his own way. At the noise of feet on the stairway the boys mother looked up and started a peevish speech, "Late for breakfast and locking the rest of us out of the bathroom well you can jus..." She stopped to look closely at her now green eyed son. The little girl who had noticed as soon as he entered sat staring bug-eyed at her brother with something close to amazement. "Dear don't you think you are going a little far with this... obsession?"
The boy looked down at the over large robes and walked over to a mirror to look at his face. Black hair, green eyes, a lovely little lightening bolt scar drawn on with magic marker everything was in place. "No mum I think I got it just right this time."
There in the Weasley's kitchen stood Ron Weasley, number one Harry Potter fan.
