Sanctuary
Beryl laid on her bed and looked at her surroundings. It was a rainy day and had nothing to do. Her eyes fell across the room and onto another bed. This bed belonged to Ron, he wasn't there and the orange Chudley Cannons comforter was askew. She saw his teddy bear there, on top of the mess. Next, she let her eyes wander onto the walls. Ron's orange Cannons posters clashed horribly with her green Kenmare Kestrel posters.
Just as Beryl was drifting off into a day-dream, the room door burst open. An 8 year old Ron came through. He then slammed the door behind him. Beryl lazily looked over to her panting brother.
"Fred and George?" she asked, already knowing the answer.
He nodded. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
"Oh Ronnikens," came a fake high pitch voice that belonged to on of the older twins. "We have something for you."
Ron paled and looked over to Beryl with pleading eyes. She rolled off her bed and opened the door as Ron hid away.
"Sorry, Ron's not here. I think he went 'round to the kitchen."
"Now, now Beryl!" Scolded Fred mockingly, "You shouldn't lie to your older brothers. Now, where is he? We have something to show him." They pushed her aside and began tearing the room apart in search of him.
Beryl cringed as her side of the room was being torn apart. She had just cleaned it, to mother's orders, yesterday. Then she saw what Fred and George had for Ron… a big fat hairy spider in a jar! Now, Beryl didn't like spiders, but Ron was TERRIFIED of them. Seeing an opportunity, she grabbed the jar and tossed it out the window into the rain. Fred and George just stopped, scowled at her and then left.
"K, Ron. You can come out now, they're gone."
Ron hesitantly came out from under her bed and sighed in relief.
"Thanks" he said breathlessly.
By that time, their mum had just popped in.
"What's all that racket? And didn't I tell you to clean this? Clean it immediately!"
"But mu-um!" Began Beryl, she wouldn't listen.
"Now!" and she slammed the door shut.
Beryl sat on her messed up bed and put her head in her hands. Ron felt kind of sorry.
"Aw, Ber. I'm sorry, I'll clean it."
"Nah, you do your half. I'll do mine…"
They chatted as they cleaned. Before supper, their father went to call them for supper when he stopped to listen.
"…I'm really sorry 'bout ruining your clean half."
"Not your fault Fred and George pick on you. What I need is my OWN room. One where YOU can't hide in it. That' the reason our room's always messy…"
" Ron, Beryl! Time for supper!" Called M. Weasley as a thought popped into his head.
At the dinner table, M. Weasley finally voiced his idea.
"Well, I was thinking about Bill today. Then I thought, his room's going to be awfully empty now that he's in Egypt and all. I got to thinking, since Ron and Beryl are coming to an age of difference… maybe Beryl could have Bill's old room."
Everyone looked startled at this very random suggestion. Beryl's face lit up.
"My own room?" an excited grin spread across her face.
"Yes, of course you'll have to owl Bill for his permission but it's a plausible idea."
"Arthur, that's a marvelous idea! I think it's about time they should each have a separate room." Said Mrs. Weasley.
Beryl ran up to her dad and gave him a big hug. From there, she ran to her small desk and wrote a letter.
Hello Bill,
How's Egypt? I was just wondering… since you're gone and all… could I have your room? You know, kind of a sankchewary (sanctuary) from Ron's Fred and George problems? Owl me as soon as you can!
Love, Beryl.
A few days later she got an answer.
Greetings little sister,
I would be most joyous to see my room going to such a mature young lady like yourself. Get Dad to clear out all the thing you think are clutter ( the door, the walls, the bed… you know).
Love always, Big Brother Bill
What a goof, thought Beryl. Within a few days Beryl had her room. It had been cleared of all Bill's old junk and replaced with Beryl's. She did keep one thing though, Bill's old Quiditch cards that were framed on the wall.
Soon enough, Beryl was comfortable in her new room. It took a while to get used to not hearing Ron's snores or the missing orange posters that clashed so with her green ones.
Then, on another rainy day as she lay on her bed day-dreaming she heard a door slam. She looked over to her door and smiled. She then looked up to the ceiling, imagining what was going on right above her. Ron was probably hiding.
*Stomp Stomp* Fred and George were going up the attic stairs.
*Slam* Fred and George opening her old door.
*Clash Bang* Fred and George looking for Ron.
*AHHHHH* Ron saw the hairy spider.
Beryl smiled and whispered, "Sanctuary".