Something Interesting

Seeing as any and all exciting things that could possibly happen at the Anti-Voldemort Headquarters hasn't, I haven't written in this thing for about a week. But today something slightly more interesting happened. Hoorah. The bad thing is it happened, of course, to me. How predictable.

We were cleaning out one of the many guest rooms, and I knelt and opened this really old, dusty trunk. Inside there were all sorts of strange stuff. Hermione came over because the inside of the trunk was giving off some creepy green light and she saw it. She reached down picked up this long, narrow, dark blue box and opened it. Inside was a set of needles, but not the kind Mum uses for sewing. She picked one up and her eyes kind of got glazed and she got this vacant expression on her face. Like the kind Neville gets during Potions exams. She dropped the box and held the one needle in front of her face, and then raised her other hand and pricked her middle finger with it. Then she grabbed my shoulder with her fingernails. Ow.

"Ow! Hermione? Hermione, stop it," I said, waving my hand in front of her face.

"Ron," she said in this flat, deep voice she's never used before, like she was in a trance, "I want to tell you that I-"

I don't know what it was she was going to say, because Ginny, who had come over when I yelled, smacked the needle out of Hermione's hand. She snapped out of her zone and shook her head to clear it.

"Wha...what happened?" she asked Ginny.

My sister shook her head, "I dunno, 'Mione."

We couldn't find the needle, but we put the box in the sack where we put all the rubbish we find.

We sifted through some more junk, which ended up being binned as well. At the very bottom, there was a set of green dress robes. It was really ratty and smelled like mothballs. I picked it up, and was about to put it in the sack when it came alive. No. I'm not joking. The sleeves wrapped around my arms and my neck and about strangled me when Fred and George popped in.

"How stupid could you get, Ronniekins?" Fred asked.

Him and George stunned the stupid thing and we stuffed it in the rubbish sack as well.

"Well, we saved your life, Ron," Fred boasted.

"I think we should get compensation, don't you, Fred?" George continued.

"Capital idea, George." Since I don't have any money, I had to pay them by testing some of their Skivving Snackboxes. They haven't perfected them yet, so my nose was bleeding for half an hour. My head feels all empty. Urrrgh.

On a lighter note (yeah, right...in this house?), Dumbledore visited yesterday. I forgot to write about it, so here it is.

Dumbledore came at around 7 p.m. and we were all upstairs cleaning of course. Mum came and got us and brought us into the kitchen, which we've found the Order uses as a kind of meeting room. The twins have spied in on them at their last two meetings with their Extendable Ears.

They talked about guarding something, and Kingsley and Dad have been trying to recruit people from the Ministry. Tonks and Hestia Jones have been tracking some Death Eaters who say they aren't Death Eaters...like Malfoy's dad.

Slime.

Anyway. Dumbledore talked with us and Mum kept fidgeting around and tidying things while he was talking. He told us that we should write Harry, which me and Hermione were planning to do, but we weren't sure what to say. Like, "Hi, Harry. Me and Hermione are at this gross old house in London and we are cleaning. Every day. But, enough about us, who are not living with demented Muggles right now, how are you? The kid who just watched You-Know-Who come back from the dead...or the not-so-dead... whatever...should be having the time of his life alone. With Muggles who hate him." Hermione told me we better just wait to see what happens, and look at that, Dumbledore came.

He told us to write to Harry soon, but not to say anything about being here and what's going on and stuff like that. He made us swear and I felt all tingly. "You must keep your promise, children. If you do not, it is not my fault how much it hurts," Dumbledore said. Hermione says we've been cursed so that if we do tell then something really bad'll happen. What a delightful summer I'm having.

He left right after that and me, Hermione and Ginny went and 'composed' (Hermione says) a letter for Harry.
I thought we should say, "Hey, Harry. Hope you're having a good summer. Nothing really important is going on, at all," and so on, but Hermione said that just because we can't tell him what's going on, doesn't mean we should lie to him.

Here's "my" fully "composed" letter that I supposedly wrote(HaHaHa:

Hey Harry,

Hope you're doing well. We've been told not to say anything incase our letters go astray, but we wanted to make sure you are doing fine. We're quite busy but I can't tell you everything. The Chudley Cannons have won their second match this summer. Don't curse anyone. Well, hope to see you soon.

-Ron

This sound like a load of dung to me. The Chudley Cannons have won three matches this season. And I don't think that I would ever say the word 'hope' twice in one letter. I think the only part of my letter that I came up with was Hey Harry and my name. Honestly, could Hermione be any more bossy. I called her bossy boots and she whacked me with another pillow. I think she has a pillow-abuse fetish.

She's written her own letter, because she thinks Harry will be upset if he knows that she's with us and he's not. She's probably right. Thinking about it, with Harry's situation, he'll probably be furious with us, even though it's not our fault Dumbledore won't let him come. Maybe he will be able to come after a while.
It's late, I'm tired.

-Ron

A/N: This chap wasn't as funny as the others I think. I'm not in a very happy mood. I think it's because I'm reading a very serious book, called Mists of Avalon. It's all religion and adultry and so on. Before this book I was reading Princess Diaries and so it put me in a very humorous mood. I truly believe that when I finish this book and return to Princess Diaries, this story will be funny again, and I'm almost finished so, not to worry. So who saw the Olympics tonight (which is the August 15, for future reference). The women's Gymnastics was brutal. Everyone kept stepping out of bounds. Arrgh. The men's backstroke just finished. Hoorah and huzzah to Tomomi Morita and Lenny Krayelburg. now I shall start the next chapter! Yay!
Mmmmm...Chocolate Ripple Ice Cream be goooooood...

Wow, look at that it's the 17th now! Yay Romania, USA and Russia for the women's team Gymnastics! Hooray for the USA men's Freestyle relay team! And so on...