Just a note: all characters and names and places and things belong to J.K.
Rowling. (Duh..) but anyways, I'm open to constructive criticism, and nice
little review things. Thanks!
Ron was laid across his bed at his room on the Burrow on a particularly dull summer day. On his wall, he watched the Chudley Channons Quidditch team members fly past on his orange poster.
He lowered his eyes to the pictures sitting on his dresser. His best friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter grinned up at him. Those pictures were probably the only stationary pictures in the house, because both came from Muggle homes during the summer. Nonetheless, he sincerely appreciated the letters that had come with the pictures all during the summer. A whole two months without his best friends could get really boring, no matter how many brothers and sisters you had.
Suddenly, someone knocked hard on his bedroom door, making Ron jump. Before he could answer, though, Fred and George stormed right in.
"Oh Ronnie? What are you doing all cooped up in here by yourself?" George asked, looking concerned.
"Why?' Ron asked suspiciously.
"Well... we want you to help us convince Mum—"Fred started.
"You being her favorite and all—"George interrupted.
"To let us go to Diagon Alley for the day. There's a few, erm—"
"Errands we need to run." George finished with a big smile.
"Errands, eh? Well, I want to go too!" Ron said firmly.
Fred and George exchanged disapproving looks.
"Well... if you'll leave us alone!" Fred said grudgingly.
"Don't be trying to follow us around or anything!" George leaned against the door frame. "Well, then? We haven't got all day, you know."
Ron rolled off his bed and followed George and Fred. He seriously doubted that his mother was going to agree with their idea, but he figured it was worth a try.
The group walked downstairs into the kitchen where their mother was sitting at the kitchen table reading mail.
"Oy, Mum! You're looking gorgeous today." Fred waltzed over with an innocent smile on his face.
"Smashing, actually! Do you need any help with, er, lunch?" George joined his brother at the kitchen table.
"Mmmm hmmm, just come right out and say it, then! What is it you're after today?" she asked briskly, clearing away the opened mail with a flick of her wand. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in her chair.
Fred gave Ron a meaningful look and George cleared his throat.
"Well, Mum, we were thinking..." Ron began.
"Ah now, there's a surprise!" Ginny, the youngest of the Weasly's, said cheerily as she bounced down the stairs.
"ANY how, we were thinking, about how we need a little change of scenery—a break away from the house." Ron smiled sweetly.
"I want to go!" Ginny said instantly.
"I'm sure you do, Ginny." Fred said quickly, striding across the room and clamping a hand over her mouth.
"Anyhow, Mum." George said quickly, trying to distract her attention away from Ginny and Fred.
"So we were just saying how nice it would be to spend the day at Diagon Alley. You know, do a little shopping." George continued.
"Shopping, eh?" Mrs. Weasly snorted.
"Eh, browsing..." Ron stared hopefully at her.
Across the room, Ginny was wriggling and struggling against Fred. She began elbowing him in the ribs in hopes of being let go.
"So? How 'bout it?" George questioned eagerly.
"By yourselves?" asked Mrs. Weasly, looking scandalized.
"Of course not! We'll have...er, Ron, and, er...—"
"GINNY!" She yelped, having succesfully bitted Fred hard enough for him to move his hand away from her mouth.
Mrs. Weasly jerked her head in Ginny and Fred's direction and finally noticed the pair.
They straightened, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with their heads together and charming grins on their faces.
"Of course Ginny! Why, I love my darling, sweet, beautiful little sister!" Fred exclaimed.
As soon as their mother had turned her head, though, Ginny began stomping on his feet.
"Well..." she faltered. "I... I don't see why you can't go, as long as you be SUPER careful! And take Ginny! And stick together, PLEASE! Maybe I should go get Percy, make him go as well..."
"Oh, Mum! We can handle ourselves, promise! I'm—we're—fifteen, for Merlin's sake! We'll be careful! Besides, he's really busy, studying, er, and doing all kinds of PERCY things." George said desperately.
"Super busy, Mum!" Ginny piped up.
"Alright, well, heres a bit of money, in case you run into a spot of trouble. BUT, I'm giving it to nice, trustworthy Ginny to hold, okay? –Don't give me that look, Fred!— And, I'll be coming to pick you up—Yes George, in PUBLIC— at, let's see... four o'clock, okay? Just where you arrive at." Mrs. Weasly finished. Ginny jumped up and down excitedly and dashed up the stairs to get ready.
"Hurry up, Ginny! We're not waiting all day!" George bellowed up the steps.
"We love her, Mum, honestly we do!" Fred added quickly.
"Well, here, boys, have a quick lunch here before you go." Said Mrs. Weasly with a sigh.
After a few sandwiches, the group decided they were ready to begin their daytrip.
"You go first, Ron dear," said Mrs. Weasly fondly, "to be there when Ginny arrives."
Ron stepped up to the fireplace, taking a pinch of Floo Powder. He took a deep breath and threw the powder into the fire.
"Diagon Alley!" he exclaimed, and stepped into fireplace. And then, he was on his way.
Ron was laid across his bed at his room on the Burrow on a particularly dull summer day. On his wall, he watched the Chudley Channons Quidditch team members fly past on his orange poster.
He lowered his eyes to the pictures sitting on his dresser. His best friends, Hermione Granger and Harry Potter grinned up at him. Those pictures were probably the only stationary pictures in the house, because both came from Muggle homes during the summer. Nonetheless, he sincerely appreciated the letters that had come with the pictures all during the summer. A whole two months without his best friends could get really boring, no matter how many brothers and sisters you had.
Suddenly, someone knocked hard on his bedroom door, making Ron jump. Before he could answer, though, Fred and George stormed right in.
"Oh Ronnie? What are you doing all cooped up in here by yourself?" George asked, looking concerned.
"Why?' Ron asked suspiciously.
"Well... we want you to help us convince Mum—"Fred started.
"You being her favorite and all—"George interrupted.
"To let us go to Diagon Alley for the day. There's a few, erm—"
"Errands we need to run." George finished with a big smile.
"Errands, eh? Well, I want to go too!" Ron said firmly.
Fred and George exchanged disapproving looks.
"Well... if you'll leave us alone!" Fred said grudgingly.
"Don't be trying to follow us around or anything!" George leaned against the door frame. "Well, then? We haven't got all day, you know."
Ron rolled off his bed and followed George and Fred. He seriously doubted that his mother was going to agree with their idea, but he figured it was worth a try.
The group walked downstairs into the kitchen where their mother was sitting at the kitchen table reading mail.
"Oy, Mum! You're looking gorgeous today." Fred waltzed over with an innocent smile on his face.
"Smashing, actually! Do you need any help with, er, lunch?" George joined his brother at the kitchen table.
"Mmmm hmmm, just come right out and say it, then! What is it you're after today?" she asked briskly, clearing away the opened mail with a flick of her wand. She crossed her arms over her chest and leaned back in her chair.
Fred gave Ron a meaningful look and George cleared his throat.
"Well, Mum, we were thinking..." Ron began.
"Ah now, there's a surprise!" Ginny, the youngest of the Weasly's, said cheerily as she bounced down the stairs.
"ANY how, we were thinking, about how we need a little change of scenery—a break away from the house." Ron smiled sweetly.
"I want to go!" Ginny said instantly.
"I'm sure you do, Ginny." Fred said quickly, striding across the room and clamping a hand over her mouth.
"Anyhow, Mum." George said quickly, trying to distract her attention away from Ginny and Fred.
"So we were just saying how nice it would be to spend the day at Diagon Alley. You know, do a little shopping." George continued.
"Shopping, eh?" Mrs. Weasly snorted.
"Eh, browsing..." Ron stared hopefully at her.
Across the room, Ginny was wriggling and struggling against Fred. She began elbowing him in the ribs in hopes of being let go.
"So? How 'bout it?" George questioned eagerly.
"By yourselves?" asked Mrs. Weasly, looking scandalized.
"Of course not! We'll have...er, Ron, and, er...—"
"GINNY!" She yelped, having succesfully bitted Fred hard enough for him to move his hand away from her mouth.
Mrs. Weasly jerked her head in Ginny and Fred's direction and finally noticed the pair.
They straightened, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with their heads together and charming grins on their faces.
"Of course Ginny! Why, I love my darling, sweet, beautiful little sister!" Fred exclaimed.
As soon as their mother had turned her head, though, Ginny began stomping on his feet.
"Well..." she faltered. "I... I don't see why you can't go, as long as you be SUPER careful! And take Ginny! And stick together, PLEASE! Maybe I should go get Percy, make him go as well..."
"Oh, Mum! We can handle ourselves, promise! I'm—we're—fifteen, for Merlin's sake! We'll be careful! Besides, he's really busy, studying, er, and doing all kinds of PERCY things." George said desperately.
"Super busy, Mum!" Ginny piped up.
"Alright, well, heres a bit of money, in case you run into a spot of trouble. BUT, I'm giving it to nice, trustworthy Ginny to hold, okay? –Don't give me that look, Fred!— And, I'll be coming to pick you up—Yes George, in PUBLIC— at, let's see... four o'clock, okay? Just where you arrive at." Mrs. Weasly finished. Ginny jumped up and down excitedly and dashed up the stairs to get ready.
"Hurry up, Ginny! We're not waiting all day!" George bellowed up the steps.
"We love her, Mum, honestly we do!" Fred added quickly.
"Well, here, boys, have a quick lunch here before you go." Said Mrs. Weasly with a sigh.
After a few sandwiches, the group decided they were ready to begin their daytrip.
"You go first, Ron dear," said Mrs. Weasly fondly, "to be there when Ginny arrives."
Ron stepped up to the fireplace, taking a pinch of Floo Powder. He took a deep breath and threw the powder into the fire.
"Diagon Alley!" he exclaimed, and stepped into fireplace. And then, he was on his way.