The next morning is a blur. Mostly I sat around and ate until Ron came down in full Quidditch gear. I wore a thin shirt and a pair of sweats. He hands me a broom and opens the door.
It's chilly. That was my first reaction to the snow covered ground before me. Ron just trudges through until we get to his excessively large backyard. He then mounts his broom and takes off into the cold December air.
I take off after him. Does anybody else find it weird that he has not yet talked to me?
"Any reason why you haven't said a word to me yet?" I say once I'm in earshot.
He turns to me. "Oh, sorry Katie. I forgot."
"How do you forget to talk to someone?" I say confused.
"I don't know."
"Is something wrong Ron?" I ask.
"N-no." Okay. Something's wrong.
"You lie." I say simply.
"No." He says firmly.
"Let's just play." I say, finally giving up.
Quidditch just happened to be the thing Ron needed most to manage his anger. Ron's a fierce player, especially when he's angry.
…
Christmas came sooner than expected. The twins slept or tormented Ron, Ginny talked to me and avoided her brothers all together, Mrs. Weasley baked, and Ron, well, I don't know what Ron did. He doesn't really share.
"Christmas! Christmas!" The twins burst down the stairs and shake the couch I am currently sleeping on.
"Okay, okay." I drowsily.
"Hurry up Katie! We want to see what you gave us." Fred says eagerly.
"Can you guys be any more quiet?" says Ron from the top of the stairs.
"No!" George says.
"It's Christmas, Ron." I say.
"Presents!" Says an eager Ginny who nearly topples down the stairs and rams into her brother.
"Ginny, dear." Says Mrs. Weasley. "You will wake everybody up."
"But everybody is already up." She says innocently.
"Everyone but Percy." I say yawning.
"Oh, we should go wake him!" Say the twins as they get ready to race up the stairs.
"Leave him." Mrs. Weasley says. "He needs his rest. Being a Prefect really takes it out of him."
"He's had all break to sleep." Fred complains.
"The only reason you want to wake him is because you want to annoy him." I say, now sitting up and smiling stupidly at Fred. Mrs. Weasley laughs.
"Can we just open the presents now?" George whines.
Mrs. Weasley groans. "I guess."
Fred and George instantly reach for the first present they can find. Apparently it's mine. The wrapping paper is off immediately and they stare at me in confusion. "What is this?" They ask before even opening it.
"You have to open it." I say.
"What's peanut brittle?" George asks.
"You eat it."
Fred and George open their containers at the same time and a large slinky thing covered in red cloth pops out. Everyone in the room except me jumps. "What is this?!" they say at the same time.
"Fake peanut brittle containers. You trick someone into thinking they're getting a delicious treat and out comes…" I pause not able to think of what to call the red thing; instead I just motion to what came out the tube.
"Do you have real peanut brittle?" George asks.
"There's more in there."
"Real peanut brittle!" Fred cheers once he opens a second tube of peanut brittle just to be safe. "Your turn."
"Uh, okay." I say as they hand me wrapped box. I opened it and saw an assortment of different prank items. So Fred and George. "Thanks." I say as I see their faces beam at me.
I turn to Ron to see that he's already picked up my gift and started the unwrapping process. He starts with the smaller box first. Inside he finds the largest stack of Chocolate Frogs you can imagine. He gasps, and then reaches for the larger package. In that is a poster of his favorite Quidditch team with the players' signatures. "How?" Ron asks.
"You're always talking about them." I say.
"No, the signatures."
"Dumbledore." I answer swiftly. He nods; to in awe of the poster I've gotten him.
"Katie! You shouldn't have!" Mrs. Weasley says next to me on the couch. In her hands is a group of needles, embroidery floss, and a book on embroidery for beginners. I just smile at her.
Suddenly I feel something being pressed into my hands. It's a small box wrapped in gold paper. "What's this?" I ask quietly.
He smiles. It's the first time I've seen him smile in a while. "A present."
"I think I figured that out." I reply.
"Open it." He folds my fingers over the box in my palm.
The gold paper slips off easily. Inside I find a piece of paper. "A poem?" I say. He nods.
"Read it."
Inside every person is a fire ready to be sparked.
Inside every person is an ocean ready to be splashed.
Inside every person is someone else,
Waiting to be found.
"I didn't know you could do poetry." I say to him.
"Ron writes poems?" The twins say astonished, and not their fake astonishment either.
"Yeah." I reply. "Ron wrote it for me."
"Aww, Fickle Ronniekins wrote Katie a poem." George says. Fred does that eyebrow roll thing. Ron blushes.
"Now open mine!" Mrs. Weasley says as she hands every kid in the house a package. I assume it's a knitted sweater.
"Yeah! A sweater!" Cheer Fred and George once the wrapping paper was completely off.
I opened mine to find a sweater just my size in royal purple. There was a letter 'K' on the front in the deepest red imaginable. "Wow, thanks." I say while I hug her. I watched as everyone else opened theirs. Ron's sweater was a maroon color while Fred and George's was a blue and green. They all smiled. Ron's was a forced smile though.
…
Christmas went on with the usual holiday cheer. There were Christmas carols, the holiday Quidditch game (which I won by the way), hot coco, and a bunch of other things. Everyone wore their sweater too.
It wasn't until later that I realized I had sent Harry a present. He hasn't responded yet, which would be more upsetting if we were still on good terms. For now I was fine…
Until a letter came on Hegwig.
READERS! Sorry I haven't wrote in a while; a friend is moving away and it's really depressing. Christmas is fun though. I will try to write as much as I can in the next day because Wednesday my parents want to take me camping until Saturday. I'll write Sunday when I get back! –wolfhound22