Ron awoke to a loud knocking followed by his mother's voice: "Wake up, Ron!" We told Harry we'd pick him up at eleven! It's already half past ten!"
Ron gazed around his room, look at the Chudley Cannon posters and paraphernalia. He had always been true to the Cannons. He knew that one day the Cannons would come back. He wasn't like those bandwagon-hopping Tutshill Tornado fans. Like that Cho Chang.
"Hmph," Ron said to himself.
He'd never quite liked that girl anyway. He didn't think it was quite Harry's style. But then who was he to say who the Boy Who Lived should or shouldn't like. Ron had a better candidate in mind. Ginny.
Before drifting too deep into his thoughts, he realized that he only had 15 more minutes to get ready. So he grabbed a pair of jeans and dug his hand in his t-shirt drawer. Pulling on his jeans, he glanced at what t-shirt he had grabbed. Maroon. He pushed his hand in again, tossing away the maroon shirt. Maroon again.
"For pity's sake," he cried, "Don't I own anything that isn't maroon?!"
Suddenly Ron heard a loud popping noise and his twin brothers, Fred and George, had appeared before him.
"You know Fred, I really do love Apparating." George said, turning towards his twin.
"What are you two doing here?" Ron asked, annoyed. "Aren't you supposed to be in the shop?"
"No," said Fred. "Lee has the shop for the next few days. We have market research to do. Plus, we wouldn't want to miss ickle Ronniekins leaving for Hogwarts."
"Cut it out, Fred." Ron glared. "Anyway, the only thing that's happening around here is that we're going to get Harry today."
"We know," chorused the twins, looking at each other with those familiar devilish grins.
"Oh no," Ron said, with a horrified look on his face. "What are you two up to?"
"Like we said, market research," George said, mysteriously. And with that they disapparated with another loud pop.
"Stupid blighters," Ron muttered while desperately searching for a shirt that wasn't maroon.