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Chapter 6 – Ronald the Dancer???
For the next three hours Ron practiced quidditch. He had never before felt so alive! If he had been playing the Chudley Cannons... the whole team against one...he would have kicked REAR! He bewitched the quaffle to fly at him and he never blocked so many passes in all his life. (Once he had blocked 15 out of 15 it went without question.) Apparently, whatever had happened to him, it made him an amazing quidditch player as well. Ron had a sneaking thought that he should go try out for a pro quidditch team this very moment, have his 15 minutes of fame before whatever he had eaten were to wear off, and then go back to being normal. This glorious revelation was interrupted, however, by Mrs. Weasley yelling out the back door.
"Ronald! I know you're out there! Come in for dinner, dear!" His stomach rumbling, Ron reluctantly got off the Firebolt, put it back in the shed and went into the house. He sat down at the table to a huge noon dinner. His father sat at the head of the table, serving up some boiled beets and green beans. Ron gratefully piled food onto his plate and started eating. He couldn't believe how starving he was!!
"Ron, slow down, you'll get a stomach ache," his mother chided and sat down. She stared at her son, shoveling food into his mouth, and her chin suddenly wobbled. "Oh, Ron. Look at you. You look so OLD!" She sniffled pitifully and Ron looked up from his plate. Feeling guilty he said,
"I'm real sorry, Mum. I'm not sure what's happened." She sniffled again, collecting herself.
"Well, after you eat, I want you to take a bath, change, and work on some of that homework you were given. You may look older, but you're still sixteen, young man!" She stood up and left the room in a huff. Ron looked over to his father, a little confused at his mother's reaction. Mr. Weasley only shrugged.
"You've got to understand, Ronald, that this is very hard for your mother, seeing you this old all of a sudden. It makes us feel quite a bit older ourselves. But, don't you worry, we'll find a cure for you yet." Ron looked down at his half-eaten food.
"Actually, Dad, I rather like this look. I've never really felt handsome, you know. But now -" he paused, floundering. His father nodded, understanding.
"I know exactly what you mean." He leaned forward confidentially. "I'd enjoy your looks while I still could, if I were you." Ron grinned.
"That's what Fred and George said." Mr. Weasley laughed, spearing a beet.
"Well, they are my sons, after all, eh?" He laughed again and shoved the whole beet into his mouth, bright red juice trickling down his chin.
After dinner, Ron obeyed his mother, to prevent any further blubbering on her part. He decided to get as much homework done as possible, straightened his room up in case his mother got on him about that, and even cleaned the loo. By the time he was done, his appetite was overpowering, and his mother called him down to supper. As soon as he sat down, Mrs. Weasley turned to him, all smiles.
"We forgot to mention it to you before. Yesterday we had an owl from Charlie. He'll be stopping in for supper and spending the night." Ron's heart leapt.
"Really?" he could barely contain his excitement, so he did a little dance in his chair. Just as the food was set on the table, there was a loud pop and Charlie apparrated in the kitchen, knocking his head on some hanging pots.
"Blast it!" he yelled, ducking his head and rubbing the sore spot. Seeing his family, he grinned, swept his mother up in a hug who giggled like a girl, and clapped a hand on his father's shoulder. Turning he saw Ron. He was just about to ask who they had as a guest, but his jaw dropped, realizing who it was.
"Ron??!" He looked to his parents and then back at Ron. "Is that my LITTLE brother?? What happened! Have I really been gone that long?" He started laughing. "Wow! I had no idea looks better than mine ran in the family!" He plopped down next to Ron. Ron smiled sheepishly.
"Actually, it was an accident. It's not permanent." His face fell thinking about it. Charlie leaned over.
"One of Fred and George's 'experiements'?" Ron shrugged not wanting to reveal anything, but Charlie nodded, understanding. They ate, not waiting for the twins. Charlie's coming cheered every one immensely and the whole mood of the house was changed completely.
Just as they were finishing up Fred and George apparrated and Ron ran upstairs to change. He threw clothes around his freshly cleaned room trying to find something "cool" and "un-Ron", but settled on some corduroys and a nice black shirt he wore to Sirius' funeral. It brought sad memories, but it was the best he could manage in a pinch.
When he got downstairs it had been decided that Charlie was going to go out with them. Ron couldn't have been happier. However, Mrs. Weasley was expressing some doubts at Ron going out in his predicament.
"Don't worry, Mum!" Fred reassured her. "We'll keep a close eye on Ron. He's under observation, remember? We'll have everything sorted out soon." George grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him toward the fireplace. Ron took a pinch of floo powder and George whispered in his ear the place he was to say. He threw the powder into the fireplace and yelled,
"Pirate Alley!" Mrs. Weasley gasped and jumped to her feet.
"Don't you dare take him to that place!" she hollered, but it was too late. Ron was flying through the floo network, hearths and fires flashing past him. Finally, his feet landed in a brick fireplace and he stumbled out. Fred, George and Charlie were right behind him.
"Where are we?
"Pirate Alley," Charlie said with a grin at the twins.
"What's in Pirate Alley?"
"Why, all of the most questionable clubs you could find in the wizarding world." Charlie replied, shaking his head in humor. Fred and George shrugged.
"We've gotten the best business here. We're not here just to have fun, you know, but we've got some important clients to meet. It's all work and no play for us two," and they walked out of the small shop they had landed in.
Charlie shook his head again, laughing. "Sure, sure. Now, where's this club we're supposed to go to? I heard the Weird Sisters were playing tonight." Ron's jaw dropped.
"The Weird Sisters? Really??" He laughed in triumph. "He'll be so jealous!"
"Who'll be jealous?" Charlie asked, walking alongside Ron as the twins lead the way.
"Oh, no one," he mumbled. Of course he had been thinking of Harry, but he wasn't going to admit that.
Just then they entered a sleek black building with blue lights in the window, a dull thudding dance beat coming from the inside. It was labeled "The Glass Eye". Charlie laughed.
"It's been ages since I've been to The Glass Eye! I thought it would have been closed down by now."
The inside was pitch black at first, but then they emerged from the hall way into a large room. There was a large curtained stage at one end. Blue laser lights were flashing and a disco ball hung down in the middle of the room. The room was crowded with a throbbing crowd of dancing witches and wizards. A bouncer stopped them. Ron panicked. He may have looked it, but he wasn't old enough to be at a club like this!
The bouncer looked Ron in the eye.
"Are you going to be drinking?"
"N-no!" He stammered. The bouncer nodded him through. Ron sighed, walking with his brothers who were asked the same question, but had answered 'yes' with no harm done. Ron inquired about this, but was interrupted with a shout from the hallway they had just left. Ron turned back to see a wizard that looked not much older than his original self being escorted out. Charlie shook his head.
"He must have lied. The bouncer has a lie detector and an age detector. He was too young, that one." Ron was relieved he had answered correctly.
Fred and George, dressed in their matching shiny purple shirts, went off in search of some client, and Charlie and Ron walked out onto the dance floor.
"It's been ages since I've done any dancing," Charlie admitted. "Dragons don't do much dancing." Ron laughed, a little nervous his first time in a club. But they joined the group of dancing people nevertheless, and Charlie started dancing like he did it all the time. Ron was a little embarrassed, but soon realized everyone looked a little silly, and that no one really cared, and so he let loose a little and just moved around to the beat of the music.
Suddenly a pretty, dark haired girl moved closer to him, dancing, and his heart nearly stopped. But then she winked at him, causing his face to warm and grin like a goofball. However, being that he wasn't the old Ron, the look was very flattering.
"Hi, what's your name?" she asked, batting her pretty gray eyes.
"Uh, Ron." If he had been on his toes he would have thought of some other, much cooler name, but it was too late.
"Hi, Ron. I'm Olivia."
"How – how old are you?" he asked. He had to know.
"Twenty-one. How about you?" Twenty-ONE? He nearly swallowed his tongue. His friends would never believe this.
"Uh, yeah. Me too." She giggled and danced closer to him. Ron looked helplessly over at Charley, but he was involved in dancing and laughing with another pretty girl. She was touching his earring and no doubt asking about it. Ron wanted to roll his eyes, but he looked back over to the Olivia. Wow, he thought. She's really close. The music kept going on and on, it was almost hypnotising. Olivia kept dancing with him, chatting about this and that, but he could barely make out what she said, so he just nodded.
After about an hour the music stopped and a tall, fashionable wizard walked up on stage. He had long, purple streaked black hair and three rows of earrings in his ear. Ron had never seen anyone like him, and wondered why he never saw wizards like this all the time.
"We've got a real treat for you tonight. My good friends agreed to come and play for us tonight. And so without further ado THE WEIRD SISTERS!" The crowd cheered, the curtains came up on the stage and there they were. The Weird Sisters. Ron screamed with everyone at the top of his lungs.
They started in on one of their popular rock songs "Brew Me a Lover" and the crowd went crazy, jumping up and down, singing along, and dancing even crazier than before. Ron let loose, throwing himself around. He accidentally knocked into a group of girls, he himself falling onto the floor. The girls surrounded him, squealing, and he grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry, girls," his deep voice rumbled above the music. They picked him up, giggling and touching his hair and his face, holding onto his muscular arms and asking if he was okay, but slightly embarrassed, he went back to dancing with Olivia – this time not as violently. All too soon the song was over and The Weird Sisters started playing a slower song.
Without even thinking Ron grabbed Olivia by the waist and hand and spun her around. Then, stopping her quickly, he brought her close and they started slow dancing. She giggled, ducking her head. Charlie caught Ron's gaze, dancing with the same girl himself, grinned and gave his younger brother a thumbs up. Ron couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. He felt all bubbly inside, and he couldn't wait to tell all his mates back at school. But right now, however, he was NOT Ron – 6th year at Hogwarts, but 21-year old Ronald, dancing with a woman. FINALLY his luck had changed!
He danced with Olivia the rest of the evening. They chatted a bit about quidditch and other things. He found that his mind kept wandering. His thoughts kept bringing up images of another girl he knew who loved quidditch...she sat very close next to him on the couch, her sapphire eyes, glittering in the firelight. He sighed. Olivia was saying something and Charlie was motioning to him that it was time to go.
"Ron, did you hear me? Sorry, I know the music is loud." He shook his head and smiled.
"That's okay."
"Well, did you want to go out sometime? You know, just hang out or something?" Ron froze. Was THAT what she had been talking about and he hadn't been paying attention? He scrambled for an answer. He had no idea how long this look was going to last. As much as he wanted to hang out with a gorgeous 21-year old woman, he knew he had to turn her down.
"Actually, Olivia," he started, his mind churning as he went, "I'm really just visiting some cousins. I'm from out of town."
"Well, where do you live?" she had a little pout on her pretty face, making Ron's knees wobble.
"Uh... Scotland actually." Not exactly a lie.
"Oh, well, that's not too far away," she look up at him hopefully. He smiled. This was harder than he thought.
"Well, I've got school and everything. Hey, I might see you around some time when I visit again." Still not exactly a lie.
"Well, okay." She looked so sad! "I'll see you around then." She gave him a little wave and walked away. Charlie came up to him, clapping him on the shoulder.
"Would you look at you! Not a stud for a whole day, and you've already got the chic-magnet under control!" Ron smiled.
"You didn't do so bad yourself." Charlie grinned. "Yeah, well.. Oh hey, there's Fred and George. We'd better be heading back." They met up, but this time used the club's fireplace to take the floo network back home. Fred and George kept jabbering on and on about a fabulous new deal they'd gotten and Ron just wanted to get to bed. He'd never danced so much in his whole life – or ever for that matter. The four of them tumbled into their kitchen just as the sun was peeking on the morning horizon. They were brushing the soot off their clothes when Ron looked over to the kitchen.
"Uh-oh," Ron warned his brothers. A very tired, and a very angry Mrs. Weasley stood in her night robe, arms crossed over her chest, waiting for them.
Chapter 6 – Ronald the Dancer???
For the next three hours Ron practiced quidditch. He had never before felt so alive! If he had been playing the Chudley Cannons... the whole team against one...he would have kicked REAR! He bewitched the quaffle to fly at him and he never blocked so many passes in all his life. (Once he had blocked 15 out of 15 it went without question.) Apparently, whatever had happened to him, it made him an amazing quidditch player as well. Ron had a sneaking thought that he should go try out for a pro quidditch team this very moment, have his 15 minutes of fame before whatever he had eaten were to wear off, and then go back to being normal. This glorious revelation was interrupted, however, by Mrs. Weasley yelling out the back door.
"Ronald! I know you're out there! Come in for dinner, dear!" His stomach rumbling, Ron reluctantly got off the Firebolt, put it back in the shed and went into the house. He sat down at the table to a huge noon dinner. His father sat at the head of the table, serving up some boiled beets and green beans. Ron gratefully piled food onto his plate and started eating. He couldn't believe how starving he was!!
"Ron, slow down, you'll get a stomach ache," his mother chided and sat down. She stared at her son, shoveling food into his mouth, and her chin suddenly wobbled. "Oh, Ron. Look at you. You look so OLD!" She sniffled pitifully and Ron looked up from his plate. Feeling guilty he said,
"I'm real sorry, Mum. I'm not sure what's happened." She sniffled again, collecting herself.
"Well, after you eat, I want you to take a bath, change, and work on some of that homework you were given. You may look older, but you're still sixteen, young man!" She stood up and left the room in a huff. Ron looked over to his father, a little confused at his mother's reaction. Mr. Weasley only shrugged.
"You've got to understand, Ronald, that this is very hard for your mother, seeing you this old all of a sudden. It makes us feel quite a bit older ourselves. But, don't you worry, we'll find a cure for you yet." Ron looked down at his half-eaten food.
"Actually, Dad, I rather like this look. I've never really felt handsome, you know. But now -" he paused, floundering. His father nodded, understanding.
"I know exactly what you mean." He leaned forward confidentially. "I'd enjoy your looks while I still could, if I were you." Ron grinned.
"That's what Fred and George said." Mr. Weasley laughed, spearing a beet.
"Well, they are my sons, after all, eh?" He laughed again and shoved the whole beet into his mouth, bright red juice trickling down his chin.
After dinner, Ron obeyed his mother, to prevent any further blubbering on her part. He decided to get as much homework done as possible, straightened his room up in case his mother got on him about that, and even cleaned the loo. By the time he was done, his appetite was overpowering, and his mother called him down to supper. As soon as he sat down, Mrs. Weasley turned to him, all smiles.
"We forgot to mention it to you before. Yesterday we had an owl from Charlie. He'll be stopping in for supper and spending the night." Ron's heart leapt.
"Really?" he could barely contain his excitement, so he did a little dance in his chair. Just as the food was set on the table, there was a loud pop and Charlie apparrated in the kitchen, knocking his head on some hanging pots.
"Blast it!" he yelled, ducking his head and rubbing the sore spot. Seeing his family, he grinned, swept his mother up in a hug who giggled like a girl, and clapped a hand on his father's shoulder. Turning he saw Ron. He was just about to ask who they had as a guest, but his jaw dropped, realizing who it was.
"Ron??!" He looked to his parents and then back at Ron. "Is that my LITTLE brother?? What happened! Have I really been gone that long?" He started laughing. "Wow! I had no idea looks better than mine ran in the family!" He plopped down next to Ron. Ron smiled sheepishly.
"Actually, it was an accident. It's not permanent." His face fell thinking about it. Charlie leaned over.
"One of Fred and George's 'experiements'?" Ron shrugged not wanting to reveal anything, but Charlie nodded, understanding. They ate, not waiting for the twins. Charlie's coming cheered every one immensely and the whole mood of the house was changed completely.
Just as they were finishing up Fred and George apparrated and Ron ran upstairs to change. He threw clothes around his freshly cleaned room trying to find something "cool" and "un-Ron", but settled on some corduroys and a nice black shirt he wore to Sirius' funeral. It brought sad memories, but it was the best he could manage in a pinch.
When he got downstairs it had been decided that Charlie was going to go out with them. Ron couldn't have been happier. However, Mrs. Weasley was expressing some doubts at Ron going out in his predicament.
"Don't worry, Mum!" Fred reassured her. "We'll keep a close eye on Ron. He's under observation, remember? We'll have everything sorted out soon." George grabbed Ron's arm and dragged him toward the fireplace. Ron took a pinch of floo powder and George whispered in his ear the place he was to say. He threw the powder into the fireplace and yelled,
"Pirate Alley!" Mrs. Weasley gasped and jumped to her feet.
"Don't you dare take him to that place!" she hollered, but it was too late. Ron was flying through the floo network, hearths and fires flashing past him. Finally, his feet landed in a brick fireplace and he stumbled out. Fred, George and Charlie were right behind him.
"Where are we?
"Pirate Alley," Charlie said with a grin at the twins.
"What's in Pirate Alley?"
"Why, all of the most questionable clubs you could find in the wizarding world." Charlie replied, shaking his head in humor. Fred and George shrugged.
"We've gotten the best business here. We're not here just to have fun, you know, but we've got some important clients to meet. It's all work and no play for us two," and they walked out of the small shop they had landed in.
Charlie shook his head again, laughing. "Sure, sure. Now, where's this club we're supposed to go to? I heard the Weird Sisters were playing tonight." Ron's jaw dropped.
"The Weird Sisters? Really??" He laughed in triumph. "He'll be so jealous!"
"Who'll be jealous?" Charlie asked, walking alongside Ron as the twins lead the way.
"Oh, no one," he mumbled. Of course he had been thinking of Harry, but he wasn't going to admit that.
Just then they entered a sleek black building with blue lights in the window, a dull thudding dance beat coming from the inside. It was labeled "The Glass Eye". Charlie laughed.
"It's been ages since I've been to The Glass Eye! I thought it would have been closed down by now."
The inside was pitch black at first, but then they emerged from the hall way into a large room. There was a large curtained stage at one end. Blue laser lights were flashing and a disco ball hung down in the middle of the room. The room was crowded with a throbbing crowd of dancing witches and wizards. A bouncer stopped them. Ron panicked. He may have looked it, but he wasn't old enough to be at a club like this!
The bouncer looked Ron in the eye.
"Are you going to be drinking?"
"N-no!" He stammered. The bouncer nodded him through. Ron sighed, walking with his brothers who were asked the same question, but had answered 'yes' with no harm done. Ron inquired about this, but was interrupted with a shout from the hallway they had just left. Ron turned back to see a wizard that looked not much older than his original self being escorted out. Charlie shook his head.
"He must have lied. The bouncer has a lie detector and an age detector. He was too young, that one." Ron was relieved he had answered correctly.
Fred and George, dressed in their matching shiny purple shirts, went off in search of some client, and Charlie and Ron walked out onto the dance floor.
"It's been ages since I've done any dancing," Charlie admitted. "Dragons don't do much dancing." Ron laughed, a little nervous his first time in a club. But they joined the group of dancing people nevertheless, and Charlie started dancing like he did it all the time. Ron was a little embarrassed, but soon realized everyone looked a little silly, and that no one really cared, and so he let loose a little and just moved around to the beat of the music.
Suddenly a pretty, dark haired girl moved closer to him, dancing, and his heart nearly stopped. But then she winked at him, causing his face to warm and grin like a goofball. However, being that he wasn't the old Ron, the look was very flattering.
"Hi, what's your name?" she asked, batting her pretty gray eyes.
"Uh, Ron." If he had been on his toes he would have thought of some other, much cooler name, but it was too late.
"Hi, Ron. I'm Olivia."
"How – how old are you?" he asked. He had to know.
"Twenty-one. How about you?" Twenty-ONE? He nearly swallowed his tongue. His friends would never believe this.
"Uh, yeah. Me too." She giggled and danced closer to him. Ron looked helplessly over at Charley, but he was involved in dancing and laughing with another pretty girl. She was touching his earring and no doubt asking about it. Ron wanted to roll his eyes, but he looked back over to the Olivia. Wow, he thought. She's really close. The music kept going on and on, it was almost hypnotising. Olivia kept dancing with him, chatting about this and that, but he could barely make out what she said, so he just nodded.
After about an hour the music stopped and a tall, fashionable wizard walked up on stage. He had long, purple streaked black hair and three rows of earrings in his ear. Ron had never seen anyone like him, and wondered why he never saw wizards like this all the time.
"We've got a real treat for you tonight. My good friends agreed to come and play for us tonight. And so without further ado THE WEIRD SISTERS!" The crowd cheered, the curtains came up on the stage and there they were. The Weird Sisters. Ron screamed with everyone at the top of his lungs.
They started in on one of their popular rock songs "Brew Me a Lover" and the crowd went crazy, jumping up and down, singing along, and dancing even crazier than before. Ron let loose, throwing himself around. He accidentally knocked into a group of girls, he himself falling onto the floor. The girls surrounded him, squealing, and he grinned sheepishly.
"Sorry, girls," his deep voice rumbled above the music. They picked him up, giggling and touching his hair and his face, holding onto his muscular arms and asking if he was okay, but slightly embarrassed, he went back to dancing with Olivia – this time not as violently. All too soon the song was over and The Weird Sisters started playing a slower song.
Without even thinking Ron grabbed Olivia by the waist and hand and spun her around. Then, stopping her quickly, he brought her close and they started slow dancing. She giggled, ducking her head. Charlie caught Ron's gaze, dancing with the same girl himself, grinned and gave his younger brother a thumbs up. Ron couldn't help but grin from ear to ear. He felt all bubbly inside, and he couldn't wait to tell all his mates back at school. But right now, however, he was NOT Ron – 6th year at Hogwarts, but 21-year old Ronald, dancing with a woman. FINALLY his luck had changed!
He danced with Olivia the rest of the evening. They chatted a bit about quidditch and other things. He found that his mind kept wandering. His thoughts kept bringing up images of another girl he knew who loved quidditch...she sat very close next to him on the couch, her sapphire eyes, glittering in the firelight. He sighed. Olivia was saying something and Charlie was motioning to him that it was time to go.
"Ron, did you hear me? Sorry, I know the music is loud." He shook his head and smiled.
"That's okay."
"Well, did you want to go out sometime? You know, just hang out or something?" Ron froze. Was THAT what she had been talking about and he hadn't been paying attention? He scrambled for an answer. He had no idea how long this look was going to last. As much as he wanted to hang out with a gorgeous 21-year old woman, he knew he had to turn her down.
"Actually, Olivia," he started, his mind churning as he went, "I'm really just visiting some cousins. I'm from out of town."
"Well, where do you live?" she had a little pout on her pretty face, making Ron's knees wobble.
"Uh... Scotland actually." Not exactly a lie.
"Oh, well, that's not too far away," she look up at him hopefully. He smiled. This was harder than he thought.
"Well, I've got school and everything. Hey, I might see you around some time when I visit again." Still not exactly a lie.
"Well, okay." She looked so sad! "I'll see you around then." She gave him a little wave and walked away. Charlie came up to him, clapping him on the shoulder.
"Would you look at you! Not a stud for a whole day, and you've already got the chic-magnet under control!" Ron smiled.
"You didn't do so bad yourself." Charlie grinned. "Yeah, well.. Oh hey, there's Fred and George. We'd better be heading back." They met up, but this time used the club's fireplace to take the floo network back home. Fred and George kept jabbering on and on about a fabulous new deal they'd gotten and Ron just wanted to get to bed. He'd never danced so much in his whole life – or ever for that matter. The four of them tumbled into their kitchen just as the sun was peeking on the morning horizon. They were brushing the soot off their clothes when Ron looked over to the kitchen.
"Uh-oh," Ron warned his brothers. A very tired, and a very angry Mrs. Weasley stood in her night robe, arms crossed over her chest, waiting for them.