Riding this train was kind of like sleeping without socks, Ron figured. It was not really pleasant, but a necessity. Because, without socks, you get warm feet during the day. So with socks, you get up, and have cold feet. And that was something Ron absolutely dreaded, but he did like sleeping without socks. And well, it was just the same with the train. If he weren't riding this train, he'd still be Royal with a capital letter. But he didn't want to go. Ron thought again, well he sucked at comparing things. The point was, he just didn't want to go somewhere, where he just didn't know anyone. But, maybe it was for the best. After all, his dad had been pretty happy about it. Ron envied his father. Legolas had everything. The hair, the robes, it just all added up. Even though many people had their doubts about him being Ron's real dad, he was a well-liked person back in Sblomieville, their village. Someday, Ron thought…
"Uhum, is this seat taken?" Ron looked up, with bulging eyes. There stood, an extroardinary boy. He had white hair, slick hair, and an arrogant look. His eyes twitched arrogantly. Ron swallowed and glanced up.
"Sure, err, I guess." The boy's hair looked like Ron's father's hair. Ron decided to ask the supreme question.
"Like, can I ask you something?" The boy looked irritated but nodded nonetheless.
"Do you, like, dye your hair?" Ron blushed and looked at his feet. The boy gasped for air and a reddish blush decorated his cheeks.
"Why would I tell you?" The boy was going for the aggressive defence. Good one Ron, he thought to himself.
"Well, I don't know," he muttered. Damn, he had to work on his people skills.
" You really have to work on your people skills," the boy said. Damn, he was good.
" I know, but, I'm shy!" Now Ron was actually at the point of dropping dead of embarrassment.
" I could give you an ounce of my arrogance," the boy offered.
" Nah, thanks, it's okay." Suddenly, they were interrupted. A weird, skinny boy entered their cabin. He looked terribly emo. His thick, black glasses proved it. The emo-boy acted rather strange really, he strolled, yes, strolled into the cabin and did a little bit of a geeky dance. He swung his hips right and left, and then sort of put his arms in his neck, flabbering them everwhere. The blond boy looked like he enjoyed it, so Ron started to look at emo-boy with more appreciation. He wore nice pants.
Ron was confused. He was thinking about emo-boy's pants. Why would he do that.
Ron thought of his dad, and his advice. Legolas had told him that in awkward situations, he should just blurt out something random, and it would be fine. So Ron didn't even think twice. He just blurted.
" So you guys like gardening?" It sure was a hell less awkward, Ron thought sarcastically.