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"Can't you hurry up?" Harry snapped impatiently. Why did girls have to take so long to pack.
"But Harry, we need to pack all our necessities." Ginny said as she appeared in the living room for the third time with yet another overflowing trunk.
"Yeah Harry." Hermione added, following Ginny into the Burrow's living room, but with two trunks.
"Necessities! Necessities!" Ron yelled, waving his arms around. "You each have brought down four trunks each! How many necessities do you need?"
The girls ignored him while Harry and Neville rolled their eyes. Luna just stared at him with a blank expression, her eyes glazed over. She stayed like this until Ron felt someone staring at him and looked for that person.
When he saw that it was Luna, he stared at her, waiting for her to look away. When she didn't, Ron gave a girlish squeal and jumped away, pointing at Luna with a shaky finger.
"Stop staring at me," he said in a high pitched voice. "Harry, tell her to stop!"
Harry sighed. Once he defeated Lord Voldemort, he would never be the leader of a mission again. It was too stressful having people come to you all the time, wanting questions answered or wanting him to take care of another member.
"Luna, stop staring at Ron, you'll hurt your eyes. Do you have all your stuff packed?" he asked.
"Uh huh," She nodded and switched her gaze to the fireplace. "You know Purpleheaded Tims live in there. They have pencils for ears. Its actually quite fascinating really." Luna fell silent as she looked at the leaping flames, the glazed look back in her eyes.
Harry just stared at her for a minute before shaking his head and wondering how he was going to get the girls' many trunks to Rae's place. He frowned, mentally slapping himself. It was the first time he had thought of her all day. Harry sighed and leaned his forehead against the window watching the rain fall. He felt a hand on his shoulder and looked up, startled.
"You okay Harry?" Neville asked worriedly.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Harry faked a smile.
"Okay." the buck-toothed boy said, disbelieving.
Harry yawned one more time and grudgingly turned around to watch Ron have a fight with Hermione about her fifth trunk.
"Ron, Hermione enough! If Hermione wants to bring fifty trunks, it's not your problem. Do you have your stuff ready?" Harry stepped in between them.
"Uh oh." Ron paled, making his freckles stand out more than usual and ran up the stairs two at a time up to his room.
"Great!" Harry murmured sarcastically. "So we might be able to leave by sometime next century then!"
Everybody groaned sympathetically but annoyed, at him and sank down on a piece of furniture to wait.
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