Prompt 17 - When I say I miss school, I mean I miss my friends, not the school.
Word count: 267
"I miss school." Silence filled the room as his entire family stopped and stared at him, "What?"
"Are you feeling alright, Ickle Ronnie?" Fred asked him, inching closer and feeling his forehead.
Ron batted the hand away, "Of course I am, what's the matter?"
"Well, it's just, you… You, uh, miss school?"
"Yeah, so what?"
"So," George started, "you're not really a school person. You don't do your homework until the last minute and generally have to get Hermione to help you."
Ron rolled his eyes, "When I say I miss school, I mean I miss my friends, not the school. Geez, as if I'd miss having to go to class every day and write down lots of stuff and deal with Snape. Harry's not even answering my letters!"
"I'm sure he has his reasons," Molly assured, "maybe he's just away on holiday and hasn't gotten around to replying yet, it's still quite early in the holidays."
"Maybe," Ron sighed and went back to thinking about the previous year. It had been epic—terrifying—but epic. That giant chess set had been fun too, he almost wanted to ask McGonagall if she could make another one for him to work with but he figured she'd say no.
And to think he was friends with Harry Potter of all people, though he had eventually become just Harry over the year. Ron hoped Harry would answer his letters soon, otherwise he would have to do something drastic like steal his Dad's Ford Angela and fly over there to check in on his friend… maybe Fred and George would help.