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Ron had been looking forward to the Christmas holidays for a long time now. Ever since Hallowe'en, when he heard about Fred and George dressing up as a toilet for the ball. He had wanted to know who was the back and who was the bowl. It turned out that they were neither. Both boys had stood in the bowl of the toilet, which had an open bottom for their feet.
And then came Christmas, like a shock to the senses of an unexpecting blind man. Except that Ron could see, which made the scene all the more heart stopping.
Ron decided that he liked the smell of Cinnamon, ginger, pine, and snow the best. Mixed together in the evening, with a cup of hot chocolate and a tale of Hogwarts from his brothers.
Percy argued that snow didn't have a scent. Bill added that neither did a story. Charlie said that the time of day didn't affect what anything smells like. Fred disagreed, and he suggested to Charlie to smell a body at dusk, which was killed at dawn, and get back to him on that one. George said they were ruining the holiday spirit, talking about rotting corpses and all. Ron just kept quiet, and soon the conversation headed in other directions.
Ron hated his brothers when they acted close-minded. He didn't see why he had to think the way everyone else did. But in a house of red-headed, hot tempered, and sharply witted tongues, Ron soon learned how to keep his imagination at bay.
A/N: A few reviews have commented that these chapters are too short. Yes, I know! twenty steps is going to be a short story when I've completed all twenty sections. I'll take out the chapters, and put the fic together. But for now, I want to be able to add what I can and post it - It makes me feel like I'm being productive!
Also, this is my first attempt at a disjointed ambiguous narrative, so bare with me! Hopefully it will all make sense in the end.