Harry once again fell on his ass as a way of landing. He could practically feel his three companions laughing at him. "We're not your companions." Hiei growled suddenly, somehow knowing what Harry was thinking. "We're being forced to help you."

Yuusuke turned around and glared at Harry, until Harry finally finished his ass checkup and clambered to his feet. By then, Hiei and Kurama had wandered off to find a private room. (Read: Kurama flung Hiei over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and pranced away.)

A random scream from the end of the otherwise empty hallway made itself known as Harry was attacked by something with red hair. Yuusuke quickly back-pedaled, not wanting to be infected with whatever it was. He soon realized it was simply a hyperactive teenage boy. "Not gay, my ass." He snorted, turning away to find the kitchen. "It must be that stupid scar."

Harry, somehow picking up on this latest of insults screamed after the retreating Yuusuke: "IT'S NOT STUPID!"

At long last, Ron's painful welcome noogie was over, and Harry pulled away to massage his throbbing scalp. Little chunks of black hair fluttered to the ground like snow from hell. He attempted to disguise his tears of humiliation as laughter, failing miserably as he choked out "Ron! I see you've grown wimpier!"

Ron grinned. "Yeah right, pasty boy." He flexed a strong looking muscle in his bicep. "I bet you can't take me."

Looking down at his own non-existent bicep, Harry opted for a quick way out of another potentially painful situation. "Damn right I can't! But I can still kick your ass when it comes to hexes!"

Ron drew his wand. "We'll see about that!" He muttered a few words under his breath. Harry grunted as the hex hit him, muttering a sound resembling "Yargablargschwa!" as his legs literally turned to jelly.

Mrs. Weasley dropped out of the ceiling, dustrag in hand, muttering something about why you shouldn't trust arm chairs, and gave Harry's doubled up form a pat on the back before heading back upstairs. "Place nice boys!" She called as she disappeared around a corner. "Play nice boys!" a nearby end table mimicked her in a mocking voice. Harry coughed. "I hate this house."

Yuusuke, having exhausted the possibilities of the kitchen, wandered back into the foyer. He had a plate of something grey and mushy in his hand. "Mmf! This is delicious! What is it?" He took a huge bite. Harry smiled. "Moody's haggis. A Scottish dish, consisting of a sheep's intestines boiled within its own stomach."

Yuusuke blanched. "..ew." A brief silence ensued. Then Yuusuke gave a shrug and walked off, taking another bite as he went. Ron watched him go with wide eyes. "Who's that, Harry?"

Harry's mind raced. He couldn't tell Ron the truth. "Uh.exchange student." He offered lamely.

Ron's eyes widened in surprise "Your uncle let you host an exchange student?"

"Not really, he just kinda showed up.."

Ron, perturbed, left it at that. "Harry, does he know you're a wizard?"

"Kinda."

Ron was definitely interested now. "What's he going to do when you go back to Hogwarts?"

Somehow this delicious little tidbit of information had completely missed Harry. No doubt it had been explained, but most likely Harry had not been paying attention, or he was unconscious. "I dunno."

Ron laughed. "Harry, you're really pathetic. You could at least try teaching him English so we could understand him." He gave his friend a hearty pat on the back, causing Harry to fly, ass first, into the mocking end table, which complained loudly. "Shove off, wanker!" It bellowed woodily.

Ron turned to go upstairs. "Tell your Chinese friend to was up soon, dinner's in fifteen minutes."