Ok here's the 12th chappie... I'm trying to get to the point and all but I just had to add this..lol hope you enjoy! Don't forget to R&R plzz!

Chapter 12

Ron's House

"Mum! You home?" Ron yelled upstairs, waiting for a reply. Ron walked over to the living room where the knitting supplies where making sweaters again for next Christmas. As foot steps came pounding down, there was a loud screech of a woman's voice, "Ronald Weasley! Where have you been! And get away from those needles."

"Mum, I am not thirteen anymore, and bloody hell stop protecting me from your needles, not like they're going to poke my eyes out." He rolled his eyes as Hermione usually did and sighed as he turned around about to grab something from the kitchen.

"Ronald! Do Not give me a tone like that again! If you want to live by your own rules you will not be staying here any longer." She pointed her index finger out at him, waving it constantly as puffs of smoke came spouting from her ears and eyes became an evil red.

"I might as well just do that. After all you were the one keeping me here in this bird cage. You let Ginny, Fred and George and the rest of them go but Nooo... you just had to keep ME here." Ron opened the fridge and grabbed the wheat bread, butter and jelly.

"Get out of my food young man."

"Mum! I'm starving the bones out of me!"

Just then Mr. Weasley opened the door, just coming home from working at the ministry of magic, and entered with an unusually large briefcase. There was still shouting across the room, Mrs. Weasley looking furious, Ron afraid to move.

"So, how is everything dear?" Arthur interrupted the rude awakening of yelling.

"Bloody hell mum! Leave it be!" Ron yelled at his mother as he ran upstairs to his bedroom, slamming the door.

:Did I come home at a bad time again?" he said politely, setting the briefcase down slowly on the kitchen floor.

"No. It's just that son of yours is acting up again. No respect for livin' here as he used to."

"What do you mean dear?" he said politely as he picked up the laid out bread which Ron had left on the counter. As he placed the knife in his hand with a grip, she started again with how Ron was misbehaving and all he had done wrong. Chatting away, she kept pacing around the room with fluster.

Mr. Weasley dipped the knife into the butter jar and slopped in onto the bread laying on the counter.

"Dear?"

"Yes." She replied with great deal of frustration.

"Would you like to go out for some dinner at the Carlson Cafe? Leave Ron here with apartment advice and nothing harmful."

"I guess it could do some good instead of sitting here all day and night with nothing to do."

"You go get ready, we'll leave in about thirty minutes." Now slopping the jelly onto the bread as he did with the butter, he finished. Molly walked upstairs, where she took a quick stubby turn to the master bedroom and got all properly dressed from make-up to pretty shoes.

Mr. Weasley placed the two bread pieces together and neatly sat in on the white plate. He to decided to walk upstairs, but to talk to his son Ron.

'Clonk...clonk' his dad knocked on the door. Ron got up from his desk and leaped to the door. Opening the door, his father had handed him the plate with sandwich.

"I thought you might want this."

"Thanks da'. I was starting to starve. Mum never lets me eat anything from here anymore..." They both laughed as they walked over to Ron's black and red sheeted bed to sit down.

"So, mum being tough with ya son?"

"Phff... yea. She still treats me like a twelve year old. I mean bloody hell I'm twenty-four! And still living here doesn't help. Ginny even has her own place, and she's the young one! Not me!" Ron sighed and stared down at his sneakers.

This conversation seemed to go on for a while longer until Molly knocked at the door, ready to go eat out at the fancy Carlson Cafe.

"You ready hun?" She asked Arthur.

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