Ron sat under a tree, like he had been doing every morning since the
beginning of the summer, just to sit and think. He wasn't a great morning
person, but during this particular summer he just wasn't able to sleep in.
He usually sat under that tree just to think of the intoxicating Hermione,
but he thought of a lot of things besides her. This morning he was thinking
about how busy and stressed out Percy and his dad have been ever since news
that Voldemort was back. He was thinking of how much different this year at
Hogwarts will be. That was part of the reason why he needed Harry and
Hermione here, he needed to know his friends are safe from the chaos of the
world out there.
In the middle of his thoughts, an tiny little owl in the distance flew
over to the crouched Ron under the tree, and dropped a letter on the
red head.
"Ow!" Ron exclaimed jerking up his head to the little rude creature
who chirped louder than usual and sat on a small branch near to Ron.
"Stupid little thing," Ron mumbled to himself as he looked more
closely to the letter. It was from Hermione!
He quickly tore open the little envelope containing Hermione's neat
handwriting. It said:
Dear Ron,
Hello! Yes, I am able to come to the Burrow later
this week. Do you think Thursday would be alright?
Love,
Hermione
Ron thought of his own letter, and remembered him debating whether or
not he should have put "love Ron". He knew that he did mean what he
wrote, but. did she?
Ron couldn't help but think of all the possibilities, good and bad, of
what that could mean. He thought it was odd that he actually started
waking up this early just to think about the one girl who wouldn't let
him get any sleep at all.
He reread her letter. Thursday would be great! Ron thought to himself.
He was actually quite anxious to hear from Harry now. Just when Ron
was reading the letter for about the fifth time, Hedwig came from what
seemed to be no where and landed right next to Ron dropping a letter,
too.
"You see Pig? He does it the normal way!" Ron said sulkily to the
little bird still sitting on the branch next to him. The tiny owl
chirped loudly at this and almost bit Ron's accusing finger. Ron
glared at Pig, but was too busy to do anything because of Harry's
letter just waiting to be opened.
Ron almost tore the envelope to get to Harry's letter, and when he
finally did open it, it came with good news.
Ron-
Hello! Thank you, Ron! I thought you would never ask if I could come over or not. You can pick me up any time, I guess Thursday will be alright. Well, I can't write for long, I might get caught writing this so late. Until then, Ron! Hurry!
Your friend,
Harry
At least he ended his letter the right way Ron thought as he took the letters with him and went inside the house to another day of waiting, but with hope this time, for his two best friends.
In the middle of his thoughts, an tiny little owl in the distance flew
over to the crouched Ron under the tree, and dropped a letter on the
red head.
"Ow!" Ron exclaimed jerking up his head to the little rude creature
who chirped louder than usual and sat on a small branch near to Ron.
"Stupid little thing," Ron mumbled to himself as he looked more
closely to the letter. It was from Hermione!
He quickly tore open the little envelope containing Hermione's neat
handwriting. It said:
Dear Ron,
Hello! Yes, I am able to come to the Burrow later
this week. Do you think Thursday would be alright?
Love,
Hermione
Ron thought of his own letter, and remembered him debating whether or
not he should have put "love Ron". He knew that he did mean what he
wrote, but. did she?
Ron couldn't help but think of all the possibilities, good and bad, of
what that could mean. He thought it was odd that he actually started
waking up this early just to think about the one girl who wouldn't let
him get any sleep at all.
He reread her letter. Thursday would be great! Ron thought to himself.
He was actually quite anxious to hear from Harry now. Just when Ron
was reading the letter for about the fifth time, Hedwig came from what
seemed to be no where and landed right next to Ron dropping a letter,
too.
"You see Pig? He does it the normal way!" Ron said sulkily to the
little bird still sitting on the branch next to him. The tiny owl
chirped loudly at this and almost bit Ron's accusing finger. Ron
glared at Pig, but was too busy to do anything because of Harry's
letter just waiting to be opened.
Ron almost tore the envelope to get to Harry's letter, and when he
finally did open it, it came with good news.
Ron-
Hello! Thank you, Ron! I thought you would never ask if I could come over or not. You can pick me up any time, I guess Thursday will be alright. Well, I can't write for long, I might get caught writing this so late. Until then, Ron! Hurry!
Your friend,
Harry
At least he ended his letter the right way Ron thought as he took the letters with him and went inside the house to another day of waiting, but with hope this time, for his two best friends.