Ron stayed close to Harry. Or, closer to him than anyone else. Harry didn't seem to mind. In fact, he seemed relieved to have someone he knew near him. Must not be from a wizard family then. A set of kindred spirits. Behind them was Neville the toadless-boy-who-found-his-toad and frizzy hair Hermione the knowledgable, helping him keep an eye on him.

Weaving through the halls with the rest of the first year classmates, he glanced at the moving paintings. He averted his eyes as a few seemed to notice his rust colored hair. Their eyes darted further ahead in the crowd to the copper hair colored twins.

"So, I hear that first years room together in groups of four," Ron began. Harry raised his brow with curiosity and a spark of hope, "Want to be roommates?"

"Sure. Good to know someone we're rooming with."

Glass doors, wooden windows, soft steel, metal pillows.

"How are we going to get Perce's owl. He's not going to let is use him. And there's no way he's going to tell mum."

"Dunno. Maybe we can get Lee's tarantula and set it loose. Drive the girls mad and as "prefect", he'll have to restore order."

"Alright. Still got the map?"

"Of course Forge."

The twins weaved through the crowd toward their friend Lee in hopes of annoying Percy and getting Hermes.

Broken emotion, solid heart, invisible ocean, light in the dark.

Percy led the students passed Peeve's rather quick to annoy. He told him he'd call the Baron making him leave after dropping sticks on the Longbottom heir's head. It didn't look serious so he marched on wit. The students following. He prattled on about warnings the first years needed to know. Moving stairs and the like. His mind was elsewhere about the strange first year boy with the same last name.

Ron. It was an odd name to his tongue. He had an imaginary friend named Ron. His mom had been pregnant just before hand and told him and his brothers that another brother was on the way. After the twins, he wasn't too thrilled. But Bill reminded him that he was a younger brother as well so the baby may be nothing like the twins.

They gathered Fred and George's old baby items they had only just recently out grown And began shuttling them to the attic. The baby's to be room. He remembered all the hand me down toys that were handed from Bill, to Charlie, to himself and then the twins. Most of the toys and clothes were stained and faded. And times were tough with the war. Money was stretched thinner than it was now.

He remembered convincing Charlie to take his money he earned around the house and coins that he found to buy something for his new little brother. He wanted to be his hadn't disappointed when he had returned one year with a small brown teddy bear from Hogsmeade. He hid it in his closet to surprise the baby. His parents talked about naming him Ronald. So he began writing Ronnie a letter. He wrote down everything he would do for him. Teach him to read, keep him out of trouble and even speak.

Then Molly left for Saint Mungos. She returned with red eyes and no baby.

Desert rivers, frozen time, empty spaces, completely fine.

Harry and Ron were surprised as Percy the prefect gave a password to a painting of a rather large woman. She moved off the wall, swinging on a hinge allowing students in. Older students kept together with their friends with a few venturing out to welcome the first years.

The room was alive with red and gold, a living embodiment of what it would be like to live in a flame. It was breathtaking.

Life of dreams, sleeping awake, clean messes, dirty lakes.

Friendly fires, sharp realities, crying liars, argue agrees.

"C'mon Lee!"

"Why do you want my tarantula? Normally you're more creative than letting a pet loose."

"We just need-"

"-A distraction. We need-"

"Percy's owl. And no way he's going to say yes."

Lee groaned.

"You better get him good next time," Lee stated as he opened his tarantula's box. The arachnid crawled out of the box and made it's way to the common room. Fred and George smiled enthusiastically as they darted toward the owners taking as many hidden passages as necessary.

Weird normalcies, bragging modesty. This makes a great deal of NON-sense to me.

Student of all ages kept staring at Harry. It was kind of creepy actually. Was it his scar that garnered attention? Granted, the scar was pretty neat. But it was just a feature from some accident right? Many of the students who had said they had no wizarding parents didn't seem to care. But those with one or two magical parents looked at him like he held the Holy Grail. A few of the older students sent Ron a look.

He just sent one back. So far he had seen three other boys with hair similar to his so clearly it wasn't that uncommon.

Hermione seemed to be taking everything in stride, talking about books and classes to the point people were ignoring her. Huh. Maybe that's all you needed to get people to ignore you.

Hermione had taken to mostly talking to Neville, a rather timid Gryff, who held onto every word she said to do well in classes.

In all this, no one noticed a large spider crawling up the wall behind the youngest red head in Gryffindor. Not one soul saw it creep up to his shoulder. But everyone heard the girlish shriek in terror as it jumped on his shoulder.

"Get it off! Get it off!" he howled. Many older Gryffindors laughed at the spectacle. Younger Gryffs, stood back away from the freaking ginger. Percy was in his element as he walked forward and plucked the tarantula off the boy's shoulder. It seemed as though his face had become three shades or so paler. He shuddered, quickly moving away from Percy.

"I hate spiders," he whimpered, "Why couldn't it have been a butterfly?"

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Poem is Non-Sense by Felisha Coon