Chapter 13
Alana looked around the room, beaming happily. When her eyes rested on Ron, she dropped her bags, and rushed over to him, hugging him so hard that his eyes watered.
"RONALD!" Alana shrieked, as she rushed over to him.
"Hey Alana-Could you get the bloody off me?!" Ron gasped out.
"Sorry Ron," Alana said, kissing him on the cheek as she gently slid off him. Ron wheezed, trying to catch his breath.
Harry and Hermione frowned.
Alana was dancing and jumping joyfully around the kitchen; apparently very enthusiastic to be invited to the Burrow, as she was no squealing as loudly as Pig.
Mrs. Weasley however, seemed to be completely won over. Due to the constant compliments from Alana about The Burrow, Mrs. Weasley looked as if she'd like to dance and jump merrily right along with Alana.
"I'm starving!" Ron moaned.
Mrs. Weasley's eyes darted to Ron, as if suddenly realizing that there was a well prepared dinner on the table.
"Oh yes! Alana, help yourself to some food!" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed, gesturing to the large portions of chicken.
Ron, happy that dinner had officially started, helped himself to some chicken. They all tucked in hungrily, relishing the well cooked dinner.
After a moment of silent munching-well, not totally silent, seeing as Ron was crunching and snapping his food like any wild wolf, Hermione patted her mouth with a napkin and asked Mrs. Weasley, "So where's Mr. Weasley?"
Harry looked up; he too, had wondered where Mr. Weasley was, who was usually here around the holidays.
"He's still working at the ministry, things have been real busy these days; he's going to be back soon. But don't worry about him, children, he usually comes back around this time," Mrs. Weasley replied, as she eyed the family clock with the biggest hand pointing to "Work."
Right on cue, Mr. Weasley appeared outside the door with a faint pop. Mrs. Weasley hastily opened the door for him.
Mr. Weasley sank into the head chair at the dinner table.
"Goodness, I'm exhausted. You'd think that since Voldemort was gone, things would be a bit easier around here, but it's not. A lot of pesky wizards are reporting fake sightings of Voldemort around the world, which is causing a lot of trouble for the ministry," Mr. Weasley said, diving into his plate of hot food.
"Goodness gracious! It's getting quite late! Off to bed now, all five of you. Alana, you will be sharing a room with Hermione and Ginny. ("Fantastic," muttered Hermione.) Harry, you'll be sharing with Ron, of course," Mrs. Weasley said, shooing them up the stairs. "Good night!"
As Ron began to make his way up to his room, Mrs. Weasley ushered him aside.
"Ron, make sure you spend time with that nice friend of yours. She seems quite enamored of you," Mrs. Weasley said, winking. Ron felt like he was going to retch into a nearby pot of flowers. Alana was not the person as he thought she was in the beginning, and he did not bloody care if Alana liked him or not.
Author's Note- Hi there readers:D I'm VERY sorry about the months and months late of an update, but I've been quite busy over the summer. Hard to believe, but it's true.
AND, I'm sorry that this is SUCH a short chapter, but a new one (and a longer one) will be up soon. I just wanted to get this little piece of story out of the way before the next few main chapters will be up. So, enjoy! nn