Ron watched from the safe haven of Percy's bed as his third eldest brother packed more stuff as he prepared to move house.
"Never thought it would come to this!" Percy muttered, obvoisly oblivouis to the fact Ron could hear him. Ron made a mental note NEVER to move into a house alone.
"Dammit!" Percy cursed as the T.V in his house flickered and switched off.
"Why'da got a T.V anyways Perce?" Ron asked.
"Muggle news might have something on it about.....stuff!" Ron personally knew what stuff it was. He also knew if his mother knew what exactly he was doing he wouldn't see daylight 'till he was 40.
"Meter's out! wanna come with me to fill it up?" Percy asked Ron, who waved his arms in signal that ment Percy should just go without him. Although Ron hated his brother for leaving his mum, he supposed deep down Percy wasn't THAT bad.
"Don't you ever think that way, Ronald!" Ron impersonated his mum. In Ron's opinion it was a brilliant impersonation.
Percy returned from 'feeding' the meter and the T.V switched on again. Ron done a double take when he saw his cousin on it.
"Bloody hell, Perce, thats Charlize!" Ron shouted.
"SHHH!" Percy said, putting his finger to his lips and pointing upstairs. "Don't wake the crone!" Percy indicated the old lady upstairs.
"Never thought I'ld hear you, of all people, say that!" Ron chuckled and turned his attention back to the T.V where his Cousin was giving a full detailed version of a murder. Ron listened intently, the murder didn't seem out of the ordinary, yet these days anything could be ordinary and still be unusaul.
"He had a long beard, and was around the age of 20, he had a deep scar across his forehead and blood was dripping down the side of his mouth." Charlize kept gabbing on about the murderer when she said something that intrested Ron. "And he said something about a rat, that is all I remember!"
Percy flicked the set off.
"Scoot, Ron, go home!" Ron grabbed his stuff and walked out into the cold chilly night.
"Perce, why don't cha come home?" Ron asked.
"Because I can't!" Percy began to shut the door.
"Why?" Ron asked, again.
"I can't, bye Ron!" they looked at each other akwardly for a second.
"Bye!" Ron smiled and walked about as far as the garden. He turned around and hugged his brother, who, although let him for a second, peeled him off.
"We miss ya!" Ron grinned.
"Bye!" Percy said, slightly agitated. Ron walked off to catch the Knight bus. He watched the luminous purple bus roll towards him and he jumped backwards a little as pulled up sharp. Stan Shunpike stepped out and grinned broadly at Ron.
"Evenin', Master, where we goin' tonight, ah?" he asked.
"12 Warren Drive!" Ron shivered, he just wanted to step on to the bus.
"we gotta drop off Miss Amburk at Scotland first, just 'old on alright, you want Hot choclate?" Stan asked.
"No," Ron smiled, passing Stan 12 Sickles. Ron took a bed to the side of a young woman. She winked at him and stood up as they approched Scotland.
"See ya, Ron!" Miss amburk laughed. Ron, who was rapped up in how fast the bus got to place to place, was unaware of the womans gesture untill they we're way into the heart of London.
*
Ron stepped in the hall of 12 Warren Drive, and passed the clock which showed him as currnetly 'home'. He took off his bag and walked into the kitchen to find a shivering Harry at the Kitchen table.
"Hey Harry, had a fun time yesterday?" Harry shook his head, Ron swore he could hear Harry's teeth chattering.
"I've, er, come to invite- tell you, that Dumbledore's having a sort of memorial service for, for-" Harry couldn't bring himself to say it. But Ron understood.
"Right, what day?"
"Sataday, I'll be at yours at 9.00, see ya Ron!" Harry stood up and put his coat on. "the Dursley's don't know I'm gone, I better go before they relize I'm not there!"
Ron chuckled and saw harry off. AS he passed the clock Ron looked up at 'Percy' which was set to 'away'. Mrs Weasley had put that in after Percy left, Ron had begged her not to, but she had all the same.
"Why don't you just admit how wrong you are and just come home?" Ron asked silently. The strange thing was, Percy was saying the smae thing to himself.
"Never thought it would come to this!" Percy muttered, obvoisly oblivouis to the fact Ron could hear him. Ron made a mental note NEVER to move into a house alone.
"Dammit!" Percy cursed as the T.V in his house flickered and switched off.
"Why'da got a T.V anyways Perce?" Ron asked.
"Muggle news might have something on it about.....stuff!" Ron personally knew what stuff it was. He also knew if his mother knew what exactly he was doing he wouldn't see daylight 'till he was 40.
"Meter's out! wanna come with me to fill it up?" Percy asked Ron, who waved his arms in signal that ment Percy should just go without him. Although Ron hated his brother for leaving his mum, he supposed deep down Percy wasn't THAT bad.
"Don't you ever think that way, Ronald!" Ron impersonated his mum. In Ron's opinion it was a brilliant impersonation.
Percy returned from 'feeding' the meter and the T.V switched on again. Ron done a double take when he saw his cousin on it.
"Bloody hell, Perce, thats Charlize!" Ron shouted.
"SHHH!" Percy said, putting his finger to his lips and pointing upstairs. "Don't wake the crone!" Percy indicated the old lady upstairs.
"Never thought I'ld hear you, of all people, say that!" Ron chuckled and turned his attention back to the T.V where his Cousin was giving a full detailed version of a murder. Ron listened intently, the murder didn't seem out of the ordinary, yet these days anything could be ordinary and still be unusaul.
"He had a long beard, and was around the age of 20, he had a deep scar across his forehead and blood was dripping down the side of his mouth." Charlize kept gabbing on about the murderer when she said something that intrested Ron. "And he said something about a rat, that is all I remember!"
Percy flicked the set off.
"Scoot, Ron, go home!" Ron grabbed his stuff and walked out into the cold chilly night.
"Perce, why don't cha come home?" Ron asked.
"Because I can't!" Percy began to shut the door.
"Why?" Ron asked, again.
"I can't, bye Ron!" they looked at each other akwardly for a second.
"Bye!" Ron smiled and walked about as far as the garden. He turned around and hugged his brother, who, although let him for a second, peeled him off.
"We miss ya!" Ron grinned.
"Bye!" Percy said, slightly agitated. Ron walked off to catch the Knight bus. He watched the luminous purple bus roll towards him and he jumped backwards a little as pulled up sharp. Stan Shunpike stepped out and grinned broadly at Ron.
"Evenin', Master, where we goin' tonight, ah?" he asked.
"12 Warren Drive!" Ron shivered, he just wanted to step on to the bus.
"we gotta drop off Miss Amburk at Scotland first, just 'old on alright, you want Hot choclate?" Stan asked.
"No," Ron smiled, passing Stan 12 Sickles. Ron took a bed to the side of a young woman. She winked at him and stood up as they approched Scotland.
"See ya, Ron!" Miss amburk laughed. Ron, who was rapped up in how fast the bus got to place to place, was unaware of the womans gesture untill they we're way into the heart of London.
*
Ron stepped in the hall of 12 Warren Drive, and passed the clock which showed him as currnetly 'home'. He took off his bag and walked into the kitchen to find a shivering Harry at the Kitchen table.
"Hey Harry, had a fun time yesterday?" Harry shook his head, Ron swore he could hear Harry's teeth chattering.
"I've, er, come to invite- tell you, that Dumbledore's having a sort of memorial service for, for-" Harry couldn't bring himself to say it. But Ron understood.
"Right, what day?"
"Sataday, I'll be at yours at 9.00, see ya Ron!" Harry stood up and put his coat on. "the Dursley's don't know I'm gone, I better go before they relize I'm not there!"
Ron chuckled and saw harry off. AS he passed the clock Ron looked up at 'Percy' which was set to 'away'. Mrs Weasley had put that in after Percy left, Ron had begged her not to, but she had all the same.
"Why don't you just admit how wrong you are and just come home?" Ron asked silently. The strange thing was, Percy was saying the smae thing to himself.