Nothing belongs to me.
LXXVII: Joy
Is this what joy was supposed to feel like? Like Blast Ended Skrewts were ravishing his innards?
He was supposed to feel joyful, right?
After all, it wasn't everyday you succeeded in breaking off your sister's engagement.
It had taken a lot of work on Ron's part, several months, and lots of Firewhiskey, but he had done it.
And now what? Where was the satisfaction guaranteed?
There is none, whispered the small voice in the back of his head.
Ron swore loudly, charging up the stairs two steps at the time.
Upon reaching the landing, Ron heard a different sound. His stomach churned as he realized it was sobbing: Ginny was crying.
Blimey, she hadn't cried since – since Fred.
And now, that was all she was doing now, crying, in her room.
Ron wanted to knock on the door, not wait for an answer, barge in, and hug her, tell her that everything would be okay.
But everything was not okay.
You did this.
"And I'm going to fix this." he muttered, turning away from Ginny's door. "If it's the last thing I do!" Which, Ron mused, it probably would be. When Ginny found out what he had done, she was going to kill him.