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Chapter Two: Drunken Idiots
Recap: Dearest Ginny,
Let me hope that this letter doesn't come into the hands of Ron. Alas, he doesn't exactly akin to these warm, mushy love letters. I do love you so very much. The way the sun hits your hair like-
Urgh. He couldn't read any farther. How could Harry write such repulsive things about his sister? Frowning, he left the room, and at last, went up the last flight of steps, to the attic.
Ron opened the latch on the attic door and poked his head inside. He immediately had to shut the door once more, as a large, glass bottle flew his way.
"Oi! You! Err...stop that!" Ron groaned, as the ghoul was not listening to him. He decided using another tactic.
"Harold! Put the bottle down!" Ron was obviously surprised when the ghoul looked up at the sound of his name, and gingerly set the bottle down on a nearby upturned cardboard box. He gave a grunt to indicate he was sorry.
"Thank you...Harold." said Ron amusedly, as he went over to inspect if any glass shards were lying about, ready to hurt anyone.
"Wait just a bit," he gasped, holding up a bottle to the light, "is this firewhiskey?" He ran his hand over the dusty label of the bottle. It seemed to be under some type of preservation charm. Smirking, he found another bottle and handed it to Harold. Pulling his wand out of his jeans pocket, he quickly opened the bottles, and gestured for the ghoul to sit beside him on the cardboard boxes.
"So-hic- I always knew we were meant to be, but-hic- I was to stubborn to –hic- do anything about –hic- it," said Ron, swaying slightly next to the towering Harold, who had a glazed look over his eyes.
"Oh-hic- don't cry...Gerald...or was it Emerald? We got toge-hic-ther eventually! In fact, why-hic- don't I tell you-hic- how?" responded the inebriated Ron, at the sudden noise of Harold bawling, for some reason. Waving his hands about in the air, Ron began his story.
An anxious Ronald Weasley was getting ready to play his roll as best man at his brother Bill and Fleur's wedding. Still, puzzled that Bill had chosen him over all his other brothers was a mystery to Ron, but he had a sneaking suspicion it was because of the fact that Hermione was one of the bridesmaids. In fact, it would be her that he would be escorting down the isle as his "date".
He straightened his bow tie, and left the room, in search of Hermione. Bustling about the corridor was Ginny, a vision in gold. Beside her was Harry, who was smiling so widely, Ron could have sworn his face would be stuck like that.
He went over to the two lovers and asked them where Hermione was. They smirked at each other for a while, as if sharing a secret joke, then pointed him out in the direction of the catering van.
Of course, only Hermione would be able to find a fault with the food. Smiling, he headed that way.
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