A/N: Third chapter. :D
Mrs. Weasley just didn't know where she went wrong with that boy.
She'd always been an understanding mother, and she felt that throughout Ron's life he's been properly nurtured and cared for. But… what drove him to this? Drove him into the arms of that… hussy. Dobby, his name was.
What an awful name.
What could this elf offer that she could not? Cooking-wise, she doubted the elf could compete. And isn't a man's brain controlled by his stomach?
Why oh why had her beloved Ronald abandoned her? At this tender, tender age? To… live with… that thing.
Why did her sons feel the need to form lasting relationships with nonhuman beings? Bill and Fleur – and now Ron and Dobby. Simply ghastly.
The way the pair retold it, they made it sound as if Ron had merely confessed his feelings one day in the kitchens. As if Dobby hadn't used any of that terribly sneaky house elf magic on him.
Harrumph.
One thing's for certain, the mad mother mused to herself, she certainly wasn't attending the wedding.
A/N: D: God, I hate myself. xD Uhm, inspired by a review from DracozMudblood. More may follow. :)