So sorry I haven't updated in like, forever! I just got back from vacation at the beach. Hope yall like this chapter!
Ron woke up the next morning, and nearly had a heart attack. Fred's face was an inch away from his.
"Ron's up!" Fred announced cheerfully.
"What. Are. You. Doing?" he exclaimed, bewildered.
"We want to know what happened last night, but Mum said we can't wake you up." George explained as he sat on the edge of his bed.
"You told Mum?" Ron screeched.
"Sshhh! Percy's asleep! And no, we're just playing. But really! What happened?" Fred demanded.
"We're going out. Sort of." Ron muttered. He rolled over so he faced the twins, who didn't looked convinced.
"You kissed her, didn't you?" Fred pried.
Ron smirked and said evenly, "I don't kiss and tell."
"Oh shut up!" George rolled his eyes and threw one of the big, velvet purple pillows off of his bed at him.
"Have you talked to Monica yet?" Fred had brought up the one thing Ron really didn't want to talk about.
"No... do I have to?" he whined, pulling the covers over his head.
"Absolutely! Don't be a jerk!" George and Fred walked over to his bed, and snatched the blankets off. They grabbed Ron by the arms and lifted him easily off the bed.
"Go walk around 'til you find her. Better yet, go ask your pal Mr. Newscape." Fred ordered.
They pushed Ron out of the room. He sighed and shut the door after himself. He had no idea where to start.
Suddenly it occurred to Ron that there were more floors above his. He also knew that Monica's floor was below the floor he was on, but he didn't know where she was.
Ron stepped into the elevator, and decided he'd rather go up than down. Ron knew that made no sense, but he figured out exactly how he was going to say to Monica yet. He certainly didn't want to accidently run into her downstairs yet.
Ron pushed the button for the very top floor. He didn't know what was there, but he was about to find out.
When the doors opened, Ron stepped out and looked around. On the right wall was a directory that read:
Swimming Pool: --
Owl Post: --
Elevator: Turn Around
Stairs: --
The Owl Post! He could at least write Harry or Hermione a letter while he was thinking. It was better than wandering around forever.
Ron followed the arrows down the hall and around a corner. Finally he reached the dome-shaped room full of multi-colored owls of different shapes and sizes.
Ron walked over to a table in the middle of the room. On the table were stacks of parchment, stationary, postcards, feathers and ink.
The postcards were pieces of parchment with a moving picture of pyramids and tourists on one side and a place to write on the other.
He paused before scratching out:
Dear Harry,
Hope your summer's going good. Egypt's brilliant. Can't wait until we all meet up in Diagon Alley, though.
Ron
Quickly, he rolled up the letter and put his feather back with the others.
Without really thinking, Ron walked over to a back row of owls. He attached the letter to the owl and carried it over to a window.
"Harry Potter. Privet Drive." Ron said softly, and gently tossed the owl out the window.
"Sure hope it can fly." Said a familiar voice. Ron winced slightly, and turned around.
"Monica." He said quietly.
"Ron. I need to tell you something." She said even more softly.
"Me too. I mean, I need to tell you something, too." Ron laughed a little, leaning against the window pane.
"Lets go downstairs. It' a little cold in here." Monica motioned towards the open window.
They left the Owlry, and Ron quickly thought about what he was going to say to her.
They got on the elevator, but neither of them pushed the down button. Instead, Monica sat down on the glass floor.
"People will hear us in the lobby." She explained.
The elevator doors shut, but it remained still. Ron sat down finally, and hugged his knees to his chest.
"Well, I' been thinking, Ron." Monica started.
"I like you a lot and all, but I have to tell you something." She paused, twisting a strand of long brown hair around her finger.
"I'm listening." He prodded.
"Well, the thing is..." she continued in her thick, French accent.
"Monica, do you have a boyfriend?" It finally clicked in Ron's head. That's probably why she was in the Owlry by herself, writing a letter at the crack of dawn. She must feel super guilty after kissing someone else.
A wave of relief washed across her face and she leaned against the glass wall. "Oui! I don't know how to tell you, Ron. You're such a sweet kid! Honestly, my sister and gave me such a hard time about this because they're fascinated with your brothers." She giggled a little bit. "They thought that if I told you the truth your brothers would be mad. But I don't feel right lying to you, Ron. I know this sounds cliche, but do you think we could still be friends? Maybe you could even come visit me in France sometime." Monica sat up straighter, looking hopefully at him.
"Sure! And, I guess I need to tell you something, too. My best friend sort of came to the hotel yesterday, and we figured out we're tired of being just friends. I feel awful for dragging you along, Monica." But Ron felt loads better for admitting it.
"If you don't mind, Monica, I should go back to my floor before my parents get up." Ron stood up and pressed his floor number.
"Oh, that's super." She said sweetly. "By the way, Ron. Tell your brothers to come and see and Maria and me before we all leave, okay? You come too! We're leaving Monday at seven A.M." Monica waved to Ron as he stepped off the elevator.
"See you around, Monica." Ron said without turning around. He continued down the hall, wondering what time it was and who all was up yet. Just as he turned the corner, Ginny's door was swinging closed. With a smile, Ron lightly knocked on his room door. In an instant, the door flew open and he was pulled inside.
Monday had arrived. Bright and early, Fred and George were hauling Ron out of bed.
"Let's get going before Percy wakes up and starts pitching his princess fit." George yawned.
The group trudged down the hall to the elevator, each one yawning sleepily.
"I cant believe its almost time to go back to school." Ron said to fill up the empty, quiet air.
"I know it. This year's going to be great." Fred smiled mysteriously and George nudged him.
"Hey... is that Ginny?" George leaned against the glass and pointed to the redhead girl sitting by the fire.
"Hey, yeah! I wonder what she's doing..." Ron couldn't help but laugh. She'd been hanging out with a French boy, so of course she'd come to say bye.
They quickly strolled across the lobby to where Candice, Maria, Monica, and Ginny all stood by piles and piles of luggage.
"Oy! There they are!" Ginny called out.
"Fred!"
"George!"
"Ron! Glad you all remembered." Monica smiled brightly.
"We'd never miss this!" George exclaimed.
"Wont you come and visit us sometime?" asked. Ron was surprised she was being so nice and polite.
"Candice! Maria! Monica! Where's Jacque?" A very tall woman bustled over. She had dark hair and dark eyes, and she looked just like Monica.
"Upstairs, still getting all his bags." Maria said cheerfully. "Mum, this is Fred, George, and Ron, our new English friends." She added.
"Lovely to meet you, Ron, uh, Fred and George." She said. Their mum looked back and forth from Fred and George, probably trying to decide which one was which.
"And this is Ginny, their sister." Monica added.
"Oh look, here comes Jacque!" Jacque, the extremely tall, tan brother was hauling about five bags across the lobby with no problem at all.
"So, are we ready now?" Monica' mother asked, as added his bags to the girls'.
"Bye Ron! Thanks for everything." Monica smiled widely.
Fred and George said their good-byes to Maria and while Ron turned his attention over to Ginny. She was giving , who was older than both Fred and George, a hug. Even Monica looked surprised.
"Good-bye, little Ginny! I hope everything works out between you and —him!" said, not really bothering to keep her voice down.
"Jacque? It was you were out with all the time?" Fred demanded. He looked outraged. George looked like he was trying so hard not to laugh his head might pop off.
"Yes! We talked about all sorts of things. Much better than talking about boys to you. He actually listened." Ginny explained in a rush. "Can' we talk about this later? They're about to leave." She pointed out.
"Right then... but we ARE going to discuss this!" Fred glared.
"Come visit, anytime!" grinned.
"I'll write everyday." Monica promised.
"Good luck with Elaine!" Ginny giggled.
After one last hug all around, they headed to the front door. The girls turned around and blew kisses, and waved right before they walked out the door.
"Well, wasn't that fun." Said George cheerfully.
"Jacque, Ginny? Wasn't there someone else a little younger here?" Fred asked in disbelief.
"Its not like that!" Ginny argued. "All we did was talk. He said he doesn't understand his girlfriend, Elaine, and I asked him about Har—some people. That's all. I wasn't out visiting French hotels, or sitting up by the fire until all hours of the night." She glared .
"Oh, be quiet." Fred said finally.
"I won't tell if you won't." Ginny said sweetly.
Ron woke up the next morning, and nearly had a heart attack. Fred's face was an inch away from his.
"Ron's up!" Fred announced cheerfully.
"What. Are. You. Doing?" he exclaimed, bewildered.
"We want to know what happened last night, but Mum said we can't wake you up." George explained as he sat on the edge of his bed.
"You told Mum?" Ron screeched.
"Sshhh! Percy's asleep! And no, we're just playing. But really! What happened?" Fred demanded.
"We're going out. Sort of." Ron muttered. He rolled over so he faced the twins, who didn't looked convinced.
"You kissed her, didn't you?" Fred pried.
Ron smirked and said evenly, "I don't kiss and tell."
"Oh shut up!" George rolled his eyes and threw one of the big, velvet purple pillows off of his bed at him.
"Have you talked to Monica yet?" Fred had brought up the one thing Ron really didn't want to talk about.
"No... do I have to?" he whined, pulling the covers over his head.
"Absolutely! Don't be a jerk!" George and Fred walked over to his bed, and snatched the blankets off. They grabbed Ron by the arms and lifted him easily off the bed.
"Go walk around 'til you find her. Better yet, go ask your pal Mr. Newscape." Fred ordered.
They pushed Ron out of the room. He sighed and shut the door after himself. He had no idea where to start.
Suddenly it occurred to Ron that there were more floors above his. He also knew that Monica's floor was below the floor he was on, but he didn't know where she was.
Ron stepped into the elevator, and decided he'd rather go up than down. Ron knew that made no sense, but he figured out exactly how he was going to say to Monica yet. He certainly didn't want to accidently run into her downstairs yet.
Ron pushed the button for the very top floor. He didn't know what was there, but he was about to find out.
When the doors opened, Ron stepped out and looked around. On the right wall was a directory that read:
Swimming Pool: --
Owl Post: --
Elevator: Turn Around
Stairs: --
The Owl Post! He could at least write Harry or Hermione a letter while he was thinking. It was better than wandering around forever.
Ron followed the arrows down the hall and around a corner. Finally he reached the dome-shaped room full of multi-colored owls of different shapes and sizes.
Ron walked over to a table in the middle of the room. On the table were stacks of parchment, stationary, postcards, feathers and ink.
The postcards were pieces of parchment with a moving picture of pyramids and tourists on one side and a place to write on the other.
He paused before scratching out:
Dear Harry,
Hope your summer's going good. Egypt's brilliant. Can't wait until we all meet up in Diagon Alley, though.
Ron
Quickly, he rolled up the letter and put his feather back with the others.
Without really thinking, Ron walked over to a back row of owls. He attached the letter to the owl and carried it over to a window.
"Harry Potter. Privet Drive." Ron said softly, and gently tossed the owl out the window.
"Sure hope it can fly." Said a familiar voice. Ron winced slightly, and turned around.
"Monica." He said quietly.
"Ron. I need to tell you something." She said even more softly.
"Me too. I mean, I need to tell you something, too." Ron laughed a little, leaning against the window pane.
"Lets go downstairs. It' a little cold in here." Monica motioned towards the open window.
They left the Owlry, and Ron quickly thought about what he was going to say to her.
They got on the elevator, but neither of them pushed the down button. Instead, Monica sat down on the glass floor.
"People will hear us in the lobby." She explained.
The elevator doors shut, but it remained still. Ron sat down finally, and hugged his knees to his chest.
"Well, I' been thinking, Ron." Monica started.
"I like you a lot and all, but I have to tell you something." She paused, twisting a strand of long brown hair around her finger.
"I'm listening." He prodded.
"Well, the thing is..." she continued in her thick, French accent.
"Monica, do you have a boyfriend?" It finally clicked in Ron's head. That's probably why she was in the Owlry by herself, writing a letter at the crack of dawn. She must feel super guilty after kissing someone else.
A wave of relief washed across her face and she leaned against the glass wall. "Oui! I don't know how to tell you, Ron. You're such a sweet kid! Honestly, my sister and gave me such a hard time about this because they're fascinated with your brothers." She giggled a little bit. "They thought that if I told you the truth your brothers would be mad. But I don't feel right lying to you, Ron. I know this sounds cliche, but do you think we could still be friends? Maybe you could even come visit me in France sometime." Monica sat up straighter, looking hopefully at him.
"Sure! And, I guess I need to tell you something, too. My best friend sort of came to the hotel yesterday, and we figured out we're tired of being just friends. I feel awful for dragging you along, Monica." But Ron felt loads better for admitting it.
"If you don't mind, Monica, I should go back to my floor before my parents get up." Ron stood up and pressed his floor number.
"Oh, that's super." She said sweetly. "By the way, Ron. Tell your brothers to come and see and Maria and me before we all leave, okay? You come too! We're leaving Monday at seven A.M." Monica waved to Ron as he stepped off the elevator.
"See you around, Monica." Ron said without turning around. He continued down the hall, wondering what time it was and who all was up yet. Just as he turned the corner, Ginny's door was swinging closed. With a smile, Ron lightly knocked on his room door. In an instant, the door flew open and he was pulled inside.
Monday had arrived. Bright and early, Fred and George were hauling Ron out of bed.
"Let's get going before Percy wakes up and starts pitching his princess fit." George yawned.
The group trudged down the hall to the elevator, each one yawning sleepily.
"I cant believe its almost time to go back to school." Ron said to fill up the empty, quiet air.
"I know it. This year's going to be great." Fred smiled mysteriously and George nudged him.
"Hey... is that Ginny?" George leaned against the glass and pointed to the redhead girl sitting by the fire.
"Hey, yeah! I wonder what she's doing..." Ron couldn't help but laugh. She'd been hanging out with a French boy, so of course she'd come to say bye.
They quickly strolled across the lobby to where Candice, Maria, Monica, and Ginny all stood by piles and piles of luggage.
"Oy! There they are!" Ginny called out.
"Fred!"
"George!"
"Ron! Glad you all remembered." Monica smiled brightly.
"We'd never miss this!" George exclaimed.
"Wont you come and visit us sometime?" asked. Ron was surprised she was being so nice and polite.
"Candice! Maria! Monica! Where's Jacque?" A very tall woman bustled over. She had dark hair and dark eyes, and she looked just like Monica.
"Upstairs, still getting all his bags." Maria said cheerfully. "Mum, this is Fred, George, and Ron, our new English friends." She added.
"Lovely to meet you, Ron, uh, Fred and George." She said. Their mum looked back and forth from Fred and George, probably trying to decide which one was which.
"And this is Ginny, their sister." Monica added.
"Oh look, here comes Jacque!" Jacque, the extremely tall, tan brother was hauling about five bags across the lobby with no problem at all.
"So, are we ready now?" Monica' mother asked, as added his bags to the girls'.
"Bye Ron! Thanks for everything." Monica smiled widely.
Fred and George said their good-byes to Maria and while Ron turned his attention over to Ginny. She was giving , who was older than both Fred and George, a hug. Even Monica looked surprised.
"Good-bye, little Ginny! I hope everything works out between you and —him!" said, not really bothering to keep her voice down.
"Jacque? It was you were out with all the time?" Fred demanded. He looked outraged. George looked like he was trying so hard not to laugh his head might pop off.
"Yes! We talked about all sorts of things. Much better than talking about boys to you. He actually listened." Ginny explained in a rush. "Can' we talk about this later? They're about to leave." She pointed out.
"Right then... but we ARE going to discuss this!" Fred glared.
"Come visit, anytime!" grinned.
"I'll write everyday." Monica promised.
"Good luck with Elaine!" Ginny giggled.
After one last hug all around, they headed to the front door. The girls turned around and blew kisses, and waved right before they walked out the door.
"Well, wasn't that fun." Said George cheerfully.
"Jacque, Ginny? Wasn't there someone else a little younger here?" Fred asked in disbelief.
"Its not like that!" Ginny argued. "All we did was talk. He said he doesn't understand his girlfriend, Elaine, and I asked him about Har—some people. That's all. I wasn't out visiting French hotels, or sitting up by the fire until all hours of the night." She glared .
"Oh, be quiet." Fred said finally.
"I won't tell if you won't." Ginny said sweetly.