Oh, God, thought Ron. They'll figure it out. Surely they will. His eyes darted around the kitchen table as he made a quick grab for the wand lying next to his left foot. No one seemed to have noticed anything out of the ordinary.
"Pen fell out of my pocket," said Ron nervously, chuckling and handing Dorothy the thank-you note that had caused the whole ruckus.
Blanche smiled at him. "Cheesecake, honey?" she said in her overly accentuated southern accent.
Ron shrugged and nodded. He'd never heard of eating cheesecake for breakfast. It must be some crazy American custom. But nevertheless, it was cheesecake. And chocolate cheesecake at that. He watched as Blanche cut questionably large slices for each of the girls and himself before helping herself to the remainder of the cake and the excess icing that has fallen onto the now empty plate.
"So, how are you liking Miami?" said Dorothy, sipping her steamy coffee.
"Oh, it's really nice. The weather is just beautiful," said Ron. "I think I could really get used to it down here… of course, I'd miss Hog—" he paused and managed to stutter out, "Hog's Tail. My favorite saloon in Surrey."
"Oh, well Miami has many nice restaurants," replied Blanche. "But we ladies here tend to spend a lot of time at home."
"And when she says home, she means bedroom," added Sophia.
Ron cringed. Blanche elbowed Sophia smiling, and the rest of the ladies looked disturbed. "Well you know, I'd really better be going. Mum has to finish up her baking…" he motioned towards the bag of sugar, "And we appreciate this very much."
"Look what you've done, Sophia. You've gone and scared the boy off!" said Blanche, shoveling a large forkful of cake into her mouth and dabbing it politely with a napkin. "Well, you're welcomed here anytime, Ronald. Tell your mother we'd love meeting her sometime!"
"I'll walk you to the door," said Rose. She slid her chair out from underneath the table and made her way towards the swinging door, holding it for Ron.
He smiled at her, and walked towards the front door. "Wait," she said softly.
"Huh?" said Ron, shifting the bag of sugar to his other hand.
"Back when I was a little girl in St. Olaf, there were two girls that practiced witchcraft. I saw them once in their basement when I was walking home from the market. And no one ever believed me."
"Really?" said Ron, being as innocent as possible.
"Yes," said Rose. "And one of the witches always wore a shirt the same shade of green that you're wearing now. It just reminded me of my childhood days…"
That's all of chapter 2! Tell me what you think! Does Rose know? Or has her stupidity gotten the best of her once again? Rate and review! And thank you for the sweet reviews for Chapter 1.