Days past and Mandy hadn't come in contact with Ron. She hadn't replied to any of his owls and Ron was far to afraid to come across her brother, Anthony, and of Mr. Brocklehurst himself. He sat in his new bedroom, staring out the window. The sky was blue, the sun was out- but it was a terrible day. This day was just an awful day that he had to spend without her. Ron looked around his new room, searching for something but, what he didn't know. The quidditch players on his posters zoomed about, bright orange robes billowing behind them. Pig hooted happily in his cage.
"Pig, shut up." Ron mumbled.
Ron couldn't stand it anymore. He took up a quill, wrote his fifteenth apology to Mandy; he was sure to include his new address. Ron rolled up the parchment, tied it to Pig's leg, and then chucked Pig out the window. He turned away for a moment before realizing that he had thrown his owl away. He dashed back to the window and was very pleased to see a ball of feathers flying in the direction to Mandy's house.
Ron trudged out of his room. Past Fred's room, then past George's. Small bangs and awful smells were seeping under the door.
"Dad shouldn't have given them connecting rooms." Ron hissed to himself.
He walked past Ginny's room and then he slid down the banister. He had counted the stairs on his way up, 42 steps. FORTY-TWO! He wasn't about to walk down that.
He plopped himself on the couch, staring at the logs in the fire place.
A thought hit him like a ton of bricks, "DAD!" he roared.
"I'm right here, son, you don't need to shout." Mr. Weasley said coming out of the kitchen.
"Hey dad," Ron said ignoring his last remark, "I need some money."
"For what?"
"Mandy."
"Mandy? What about her?"
"I want to buy her something."
"I see. How much?" Mr. Weasley raised an eyebrow.
"Forty Galleons."
"Forty?"
"Yes."
Mr. Weasley handed him a pouch, "How about fifty, I really don't feel like counting."
Before Ron could comment, Mr. Weasley was gone. Ron stuffed the money into his pocket, and went straight to Diagon Alley.
He walking into Gringotts happily; this would fix it all.
"I need muggle money." Ron said, throwing the Galleons on the counter.
The goblin stared at Ron with hate, and then slapped the muggle money on the counter, just as Ron had. Ron ran back out, taking a gulp of fresh air when he got outside.
He had no intentions of buying her anything from any of these wizard shops; he needed to go the muggle side of London.
Ron stepped into the Leaky Cauldron and without making contact with anyone there. He burst through the door, into London.
Before he could go wandering and get lost, Ron saw a store across the street.
"Jades', eh. . ." He said.
Ron opened the door to the shop carefully. He was greeted by a jingle of a little bell. Half a dozen sales people stared up at him, beaming. Muggles [i]were[/i] weird.
"Um, hi..." Ron said to a young saleswoman with straight red hair.
"Hello, how can I help you?" She asked happily.
"I need something nice. Really nice, maybe with diamonds or some really pretty."
She laughed a little, "Sure thing. We've got a wide variety of diamond cuts and sizes. Are you looking for a ring, a bracelet, maybe earrings?"
"A necklace." Ron smiled.
"Right this way."
Ron followed her to another counter.
"What price range will you be in?" She asked, still smiling.
Ron felt the money in his pocket. How much did he have?
"Not sure." He winced, pulling out the money from his pocket.
"I see." She said her eyes widened, "Don't worry," She noted Ron's look of fear, "You've got enough for half the store."
"Good, I only want the best for her."
"Looking for something for your lady friend? What about this?"
She pulled out a white gold, heart locket, with a single, rather large diamond o the front.
"That's perfect." Ron was in awe at how easy muggle shopping was.
"Pig, shut up." Ron mumbled.
Ron couldn't stand it anymore. He took up a quill, wrote his fifteenth apology to Mandy; he was sure to include his new address. Ron rolled up the parchment, tied it to Pig's leg, and then chucked Pig out the window. He turned away for a moment before realizing that he had thrown his owl away. He dashed back to the window and was very pleased to see a ball of feathers flying in the direction to Mandy's house.
Ron trudged out of his room. Past Fred's room, then past George's. Small bangs and awful smells were seeping under the door.
"Dad shouldn't have given them connecting rooms." Ron hissed to himself.
He walked past Ginny's room and then he slid down the banister. He had counted the stairs on his way up, 42 steps. FORTY-TWO! He wasn't about to walk down that.
He plopped himself on the couch, staring at the logs in the fire place.
A thought hit him like a ton of bricks, "DAD!" he roared.
"I'm right here, son, you don't need to shout." Mr. Weasley said coming out of the kitchen.
"Hey dad," Ron said ignoring his last remark, "I need some money."
"For what?"
"Mandy."
"Mandy? What about her?"
"I want to buy her something."
"I see. How much?" Mr. Weasley raised an eyebrow.
"Forty Galleons."
"Forty?"
"Yes."
Mr. Weasley handed him a pouch, "How about fifty, I really don't feel like counting."
Before Ron could comment, Mr. Weasley was gone. Ron stuffed the money into his pocket, and went straight to Diagon Alley.
He walking into Gringotts happily; this would fix it all.
"I need muggle money." Ron said, throwing the Galleons on the counter.
The goblin stared at Ron with hate, and then slapped the muggle money on the counter, just as Ron had. Ron ran back out, taking a gulp of fresh air when he got outside.
He had no intentions of buying her anything from any of these wizard shops; he needed to go the muggle side of London.
Ron stepped into the Leaky Cauldron and without making contact with anyone there. He burst through the door, into London.
Before he could go wandering and get lost, Ron saw a store across the street.
"Jades', eh. . ." He said.
Ron opened the door to the shop carefully. He was greeted by a jingle of a little bell. Half a dozen sales people stared up at him, beaming. Muggles [i]were[/i] weird.
"Um, hi..." Ron said to a young saleswoman with straight red hair.
"Hello, how can I help you?" She asked happily.
"I need something nice. Really nice, maybe with diamonds or some really pretty."
She laughed a little, "Sure thing. We've got a wide variety of diamond cuts and sizes. Are you looking for a ring, a bracelet, maybe earrings?"
"A necklace." Ron smiled.
"Right this way."
Ron followed her to another counter.
"What price range will you be in?" She asked, still smiling.
Ron felt the money in his pocket. How much did he have?
"Not sure." He winced, pulling out the money from his pocket.
"I see." She said her eyes widened, "Don't worry," She noted Ron's look of fear, "You've got enough for half the store."
"Good, I only want the best for her."
"Looking for something for your lady friend? What about this?"
She pulled out a white gold, heart locket, with a single, rather large diamond o the front.
"That's perfect." Ron was in awe at how easy muggle shopping was.