Author's Notes: This is the ranting episode of A/N. I just set the table right? And I just kind of set the silverware on the plates. My stepmom comes in and tells me how to correctly put the fork on the left side of the plate and the knife and spoon on the right, and the napkin is FOLDED under the fork. I think this is as redundent as making a bed. Either way, they don't stay there, silverware or bedspreads. This peeves me to no end. Why are adults so infatuated with organization, and of the stupidest things! RAWR Anyways, Bon Appetite.
De-monstering
Another day. Another bruise. Today we're starting on my room. We de-monsetered the kitchen, it is now safe to eat in there. Except for Kreacher. He's the Black's house-elf. Mental he is. He dreams of having his head cut off and hung up on the wall next to his mum's. Hermione is having the time of her life with him, though. Thinks he's misunderstood. She's mental as well, but I'm used to that.
Fred and George and Ginny and me have a running bet that one of us will get injured and/or maimed and/or knocked unconscious during the cleaning of my room. Fred and George are both betting on me. What faithful siblings I have. Ginny's betting that Fred and George will cause something to happen to me. Hermione is opposed to betting. Merlin, she's boring.
Well, I can hear Mum on her way up now. She tries to sneak next to my door and listen when all of us are discussing the days findings, but she kind of stomps around and the stairs are squeaky. Which, Ms. Hermione Sensible Boots says, works both ways. We can't sneak around either. Except for the twins.
-Ron
George almost found this earlier. It was blank, but he was still suspiscious. Stupid nosy brothers.
Anyway, cleaning. We found an army of hinkypunks in my closet, which of course attempted to attack me. Attempted, as in didn't succeed. Thanks to Hermione, she was sweeping a bit and just started whacking madly at them.
So after we caught them all, me and my brilliance come up with this clever thing to say: "Um...er...thanks 'Mione."
I'm such a git.
So I went to take the closed bucket of the stupid creeps to Mum, because I thought Dad wasn't there and Mum is the General of our anti-monster force anyway.
I walked into the girls' room, because Mum had said she was going to check it out for the next room we're going to clean. Brace yourself.
I found Mum, on Ginny's bed, having her foot nibbled by Dad. Merlin, I think I'm gonna be sick.
-Ron
ERRRRRGLACK! That was the noise I made gagging just now. Oy, my innards. Must put out of my mind. Nope. Can't do it.
-Ron
A/N: I know, I know, short, horribly, uneventful chapter. I'm sorry. I thought it was kind of funny though. And I had an experiance like that today. Not the hinkypunk experiance you sillies, my step-mom was tickling my dad. I almost gagged but I was right behind them at the computer and they were on the couch. Yeah. Wierd. Anywho, I'll probably be updating a lot lately. I've got a lot of time on my hands. Even though you don't care, here is what I did today: Woke up, watched star wars II, went on gaiaonline .com, read fanfic, watched star wars VI, watched the news, typed finished chapter, typed what I did today for you :). Hoorah. And for any of you who are wondering gaiaonline .com is an anime roleplaying forum it's really cool. If you sign up my s/n is Artemis Xetsa, just so you know.
