The house held an eerie silence among the Wealseys as Clint and Rin sat next to one another. Molly Weasley moving in a flurry around the kitchen as she prepared tea and sandwiches. Arthur took his place at the head of the table, next to Clint.

Fred and George stood abnormally quiet as they worked on some small thing or other. A prank perhaps? Ron wasn't too sure, but they stayed out of the kitchen, keeping within clear hearing range though.

The tension in the room was thick, only to be cut by the sharp sound of Molly Weasley's knife cutting some carrots for what appeared to be a stew for dinner.

The steam from the kettle pot filled the air and was quickly removed.

Before Ron was truly ready, a steaming cup of tea was placed in front of him and his dad. Sandwiches were placed in the center of the table for easy consumption.

"Eat up," Molly said as good naturedly as possible. She smiled warmly at Ron who grabbed a sandwich to nibble on.

"So Ron, how was your magic school?" Clint asked, taking a sip of the scalding tea. Ron did his best to hide a chuckle as his dad made a face at the heat.

"It was interesting. Classes were a little odd. Never thought I'd have to make a pineapple tap dance."

Clint then choked a little on his tea.

"You did what? Oh this I gotta see."

"Not now unfortunately," Arthur commented nipping that idea in the bud, "The ministry has a rule against magic being performed by underage wizards."

"So no magic? Shame. I wanted to see dancing fruit," Clint pouted exaggeratedly making Ron laugh.

"Maybe later."

There was a spark in Arthur's eyes and he opened his mouth to say something when a young voice interrupts him.

"Mum, have you seen my-" Ginny stopped when she entered the kitchen and saw her parents as well as Ron and Clint. Her face contorted into one of displeasure as she stood in the doorway.

"Have I seen your what dear?" Molly asked as she continued cooking.

"My... It's nothing mum," she said as she continued to stare at the three males at the table.

She took a few steps towards the table, to stand next to Rin on the opposite side of Clint.

"So Ron, do you wanna see my Quiditch collection?" Ginny asked with wide eyes as Arthur began asking Clint a question.

Ron looked a little uncomfortable, and he didn't want to leave his dad after just having gotten him back.

"Maybe later Ginny. I kind of have some catching up to do," he said shooting a quick glance to his dad who held a baffling look at Arthur who had just asked him something his hearing aid.

"But I barely see you," she whined.

"I barely know you."

Her pleading eyes darkens slightly and she began to look upset and angry.

"That's not my fault."

Tears began to fill her eyes.

"I didn't ask for you to be gone. I didn't ask to not know you. I didn't ask for someone else to have you instead," she began to escalate her voice, "You know, you're all mum and dad talk about," she added in a much softer voice, still laced with hurt.

"Well, I don't want to be the center of attention to people I don't know either."

"-and I really don't know more than that. It just helps me hear."

"Fascinating. Now what can you tell me about the function, of a Ru-bix cube?"

"Excuse me?" Clint asked a little louder than he probably should have. Molly looked back at her husband and the baffled archer, "A Rubiks Cube?"

Ron ignored the conversation in favor of addressing his little known and apparently huffy little sister he hardly knew.

"I really don't."

"But you're going to be all any talks about this summer I just know it. And I'm going to get left out. Even mum and dad spent a lot of time talking about you when you were at Hogwarts."

"I can't help it."

Ginny hardly looked satisfied and was going to say something else when one of the twins called for her. Her face lit up and she left the room without so much as a goodbye. There was a rock like feeling in his stomach from the interaction however. He didn't ask to be in this situation, and while all the Weasleys seemed to be on board for his return, it would seem that one wasn't entirely on board with it. He doubted she asked for another brother. Five seemed to be more than enough.

He sipped his tea and continued nibbling on his sandwich as his dad tried to explain the concept of a Rubiks cube to Arthur Weasley.

Hermione felt a bit odd with leaving Britain without Ron. She knew he'd be coming back to America, but it was times like this that she wanted her friend by her side.

She hardly knew Bruce. How was she supposed to make conversation with the man while she waited for Ron in America? Nevermind the flight back.

What was she supposed talk about? She couldn't about talk school could she? They were suppose to keep magic a secret. Would Bruce even be interested in learning about the school? He was a man of science.

She didn't notice how ill Bruce looked at the idea of getting on a plane. He took a deep breath.

"Well Hermione. I believe it's almost time for us to board. Do you have a book you want to read or-um... Maybe get some gum for the flight?"

"Oh uh-Yes! I'd like a book."

Bruce led Hermione over to a small store where she grabbed a Nancy Drew book to read during the flight. She felt her muscle relax, knowing she had a momentary distraction to her issue with talking with Bruce.

Can everyone see my smile? No? Well it's a biggie. One, I have a community set for this series and any side stories.

And my lovely beta sister, Mysticarts, has posted "Venture's Adventure for Takos".

You know, for all those who wanted a follow up to Navidad in the castle chapter. It now exists people. It exists.

Anywho, let me know what's all going on in your semi chaotic lives you all live.