A Wonderful Weird and Wacky World of Weasleys: Mud Pie Soup
It was a warm sunny summer day. This is a rarity in England. Bill and Charlie were out flying, Percy was reading, the twins were scheming, and Ginny and Ron were playing. All in all, it was a typical summer's day.
I recall that the sky quite suddenly clouded over, creating a thunderstorm. The rain came down in buckets as Bill and Charlie came running in. I bustled over to them and ordered them upstairs to change while I made hot cocoa.
It had been raining for an hour and the children were starting to get restless. Not that I can blame them but, there was nothing I could do. Luckily the rain soon slowed and then stopped altogether. Ron and Ginny wanted to go out and play in the puddles. I let them, on one condition, that they wear their boots and coats. Hopefully, it'll keep them semi clean.
After the children went off to pursue various activities, I walked tot he sink and began to do the dishes. I flicked my wand and watched as the scrub brush hopped to life and the soap began to pour onto the dishes. I stood there and watched them. I vaguely saw Ron and Ginny, happily stomping in the puddles, without a care in the world. As I sighed happily, I thought that my life could not have been any more perfect.
It was quiet for quite awhile. At six in the evening, I called the children in for supper. Ron and Ginny were holding something behind their backs and looking mighty proud. I could not even guess what they had. I would later find out, that I perhaps did not want to know.
As always dinner was a trying affair. It was mayhem and madness in the form of children. For dinner, we had chicken soup with turnips, carrots, and potatoes. When it came time for dessert I began to rise to get the pudding I made but I never had the chance. Ron and Ginny ran out of the room and came into the room with a substance that I assumed was the chocolate pudding. It looked as if it hadn't set right.
Ginny and Ron began to dish out the pudding. The boys being on suspiciously good behavior waited till everyone had some. We all then dug it. What occurred next, I doubt I could ever have prepared myself for it. My pudding tasted horrible. It was chunky and tasted a lot like dirt. Then it dawned on me. How did Ginny and Ron know about the pudding before I told them about it?
"Ginny? Ron?"
"Yes, mum?" Ginny chirped.
"How did you know about the pudding?"
"That's not pudding mum! It's a mud pie. Well, it was 'posed to be. I guess it is mud pie soup. We are good cooks," Ron stated proudly.
"Yup!" Ginny added.
"Mud?" I echoed.
"Yup!" Ginny said once again.
It was then that all of the others burst out laughing. They had given us mud for dessert. They were blissfully unaware that they were the butt of our joke. Imagine, them going through all that trouble to give us mud. It was actually quite darling.