Ron's Decision
Chapter 1
It was morning. The sun cast a faint shimmer of light over the English countryside as it languidly rose above the horizon. The birds began to chirp their welcome to the day, starting as a single voice, then gradually rising to a crescendo of many twitters as the sky exploded into a palette of glowing oranges, pinks, and purples.
In one tall, crooked house, an island in the rolling green meadows of the country, a nineteen year old boy was dreamily looking out his bedroom window, a smile playing at his lips. He was tall and gangly, and covered with freckles. His maroon pajamas were too small, stopping several inches above his ankle. But the most noticeable feature about him was his flaming red hair, which was a common trait in his family.
Today, Ron Weasley's mind was on something other than his looks. Today was the first day since leaving school that he felt truly happy, like his soul was going to break free and soar among the clouds. For today was the day when he would go off to the best Quiddich school in the world for wizards his age. It was his lifelong dream to play Keeper for an international Quiddich team, not just inter-house games at his old school, Hogwarts. As Ron leaned on his window sill, his hand resting in one hand, he thought about what all his friends were doing. After his 7th year at Hogwarts, many of his friends had gone their separate ways, but he had still managed to keep in touch with all of them, especially his best friend, Harry.
Harry had become an Auror, no surprise, and was one of the best Aurors of his generation. Having studied his hardest in his seventh year to pass all his required N.E.W.T.'s, he had later trained at the Ministry of Magic after graduation, and was now traveling all over the world, looking for Voldemort. The last Ron had heard of him (which was several months ago), Harry was in Germany, where Voldemort had last been seen by the local magic community.
Seamus and Dean, Ron's other good friends, now worked at the Ministry of Magic with Ron's father in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. They were still avid fans of the Irish Quiddich team, and Ron often invited them over to his house for a quick game. Neville, being interested in Herbology and medicine, had become one of the top Healers at St. Mungo's Hospital. This career move surprised everyone, since Neville was never very good at his studies. As Ron thought about his friends, he thought about the fact that he could actually tell them stories of his Quiddich school, instead of only listening to theirs about their jobs. Shifting positions, he realized he was clutching a crumpled piece of paper. Opening it, he read:
This document hereby grants
Ronald Christian Weasley
a full scholarship to the
Escobar Quiddich Academy,
due to his
outstanding Quiddich performances
at the
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
6/24/07 Proffesor Jose Etwidje Cornelius Fudge
Date Headmaster of Minister of Magic
Escobar Quiddich Academy
Ron's whole family had been so proud of him for winning the scholarship. His mother had cried hysterically (out of happiness, of course) while squeezing him so hard, and had immediately gone out to buy him a Firebolt. Bill and Charlie gave Ron his own set of Quiddich balls. Percy gave Ron a new quill. Fred and George gave him a broom maintenance set. Ginny and Mr. Weasley presented Ron with a giant poster they had made of him flying around in a Chudley Cannons uniform. Ginny drew it, being the best artist in her year, and Mr. Weasley bewitched it so that it would move around, as all wizard pictures were prone to do. Ron had rolled it up and put it in his trunk, to put in his dormitory at school.
Suddenly, Ron was interrupted in his thoughts by a faint knock on his door, which woke up Pigwidgeon, his owl. "Ron, dear," he heard a voice call softly. "Ron, are you awake?" It was his mother, Mrs. Weasley. "Yes, coming, be right down," said Ron. "Don't come in." "All right. Get dressed, please, and bring your trunk downstairs when you come down for breakfast," said Mrs. Weasley. "Ron, we are so proud of you! I am going to miss you so much!" Her voice became choked up at the end, and Ron heard faint sniffles coming from behind his closed door. Ron rolled his eyes. His mother had always gotten emotional these past few days at the mention of him going away from home. It reminds me of how she was the few weeks before I left the house for my first year at Hogwarts, he thought. I was a little sad, too. But then I met Harry and Hermione. Ron interrupted his thoughts. He didn't want to think about Hermione. Ron quickly got dressed, went over to the open trunk at the foot of his bed, and gently put in his beloved Firebolt, which had been leaning against the foot of his bed. He had wrapped it in a blanket after putting several Unbreakable Charms on it. Fred and George had laughed at him, but it was Ron's most precious possession and he didn't want to take a risk of it getting cracked, broken or even the least bit scratched. Looking around his room, which he wouldn't be seeing until the next summer, or if he was lucky, the holidays, Ron threw in a few last minute items and his rolled-up posters of the Chudley Cannons. He also gave Pig (who had been flying madly around his cage ever since Mrs. Weasley knocked on the door) fresh water and an Owl Treat to shut him up. Pig hooted in reply and began gnawing on the Owl Treat. "Wingardium Leviosa," Ron said while pointing his wand at his now closed trunk. It rose into the air and followed Ron as he opened his bedroom door, Pig's cage in his hand. He glanced at his room one last time, then gently closed the door.
Chapter 2
Chapter 1
It was morning. The sun cast a faint shimmer of light over the English countryside as it languidly rose above the horizon. The birds began to chirp their welcome to the day, starting as a single voice, then gradually rising to a crescendo of many twitters as the sky exploded into a palette of glowing oranges, pinks, and purples.
In one tall, crooked house, an island in the rolling green meadows of the country, a nineteen year old boy was dreamily looking out his bedroom window, a smile playing at his lips. He was tall and gangly, and covered with freckles. His maroon pajamas were too small, stopping several inches above his ankle. But the most noticeable feature about him was his flaming red hair, which was a common trait in his family.
Today, Ron Weasley's mind was on something other than his looks. Today was the first day since leaving school that he felt truly happy, like his soul was going to break free and soar among the clouds. For today was the day when he would go off to the best Quiddich school in the world for wizards his age. It was his lifelong dream to play Keeper for an international Quiddich team, not just inter-house games at his old school, Hogwarts. As Ron leaned on his window sill, his hand resting in one hand, he thought about what all his friends were doing. After his 7th year at Hogwarts, many of his friends had gone their separate ways, but he had still managed to keep in touch with all of them, especially his best friend, Harry.
Harry had become an Auror, no surprise, and was one of the best Aurors of his generation. Having studied his hardest in his seventh year to pass all his required N.E.W.T.'s, he had later trained at the Ministry of Magic after graduation, and was now traveling all over the world, looking for Voldemort. The last Ron had heard of him (which was several months ago), Harry was in Germany, where Voldemort had last been seen by the local magic community.
Seamus and Dean, Ron's other good friends, now worked at the Ministry of Magic with Ron's father in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. They were still avid fans of the Irish Quiddich team, and Ron often invited them over to his house for a quick game. Neville, being interested in Herbology and medicine, had become one of the top Healers at St. Mungo's Hospital. This career move surprised everyone, since Neville was never very good at his studies. As Ron thought about his friends, he thought about the fact that he could actually tell them stories of his Quiddich school, instead of only listening to theirs about their jobs. Shifting positions, he realized he was clutching a crumpled piece of paper. Opening it, he read:
This document hereby grants
Ronald Christian Weasley
a full scholarship to the
Escobar Quiddich Academy,
due to his
outstanding Quiddich performances
at the
Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
6/24/07 Proffesor Jose Etwidje Cornelius Fudge
Date Headmaster of Minister of Magic
Escobar Quiddich Academy
Ron's whole family had been so proud of him for winning the scholarship. His mother had cried hysterically (out of happiness, of course) while squeezing him so hard, and had immediately gone out to buy him a Firebolt. Bill and Charlie gave Ron his own set of Quiddich balls. Percy gave Ron a new quill. Fred and George gave him a broom maintenance set. Ginny and Mr. Weasley presented Ron with a giant poster they had made of him flying around in a Chudley Cannons uniform. Ginny drew it, being the best artist in her year, and Mr. Weasley bewitched it so that it would move around, as all wizard pictures were prone to do. Ron had rolled it up and put it in his trunk, to put in his dormitory at school.
Suddenly, Ron was interrupted in his thoughts by a faint knock on his door, which woke up Pigwidgeon, his owl. "Ron, dear," he heard a voice call softly. "Ron, are you awake?" It was his mother, Mrs. Weasley. "Yes, coming, be right down," said Ron. "Don't come in." "All right. Get dressed, please, and bring your trunk downstairs when you come down for breakfast," said Mrs. Weasley. "Ron, we are so proud of you! I am going to miss you so much!" Her voice became choked up at the end, and Ron heard faint sniffles coming from behind his closed door. Ron rolled his eyes. His mother had always gotten emotional these past few days at the mention of him going away from home. It reminds me of how she was the few weeks before I left the house for my first year at Hogwarts, he thought. I was a little sad, too. But then I met Harry and Hermione. Ron interrupted his thoughts. He didn't want to think about Hermione. Ron quickly got dressed, went over to the open trunk at the foot of his bed, and gently put in his beloved Firebolt, which had been leaning against the foot of his bed. He had wrapped it in a blanket after putting several Unbreakable Charms on it. Fred and George had laughed at him, but it was Ron's most precious possession and he didn't want to take a risk of it getting cracked, broken or even the least bit scratched. Looking around his room, which he wouldn't be seeing until the next summer, or if he was lucky, the holidays, Ron threw in a few last minute items and his rolled-up posters of the Chudley Cannons. He also gave Pig (who had been flying madly around his cage ever since Mrs. Weasley knocked on the door) fresh water and an Owl Treat to shut him up. Pig hooted in reply and began gnawing on the Owl Treat. "Wingardium Leviosa," Ron said while pointing his wand at his now closed trunk. It rose into the air and followed Ron as he opened his bedroom door, Pig's cage in his hand. He glanced at his room one last time, then gently closed the door.
Chapter 2