Chapter 11
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER, JK ROWLING DOES.
Well here is chapter 11, sorry for the absolutely incredulous wait time for these chapters, I am going to try and pick up the pace of my writing. I have also decided to keep the name "They're All Wrong," it has grown on me and I quite like it, I also decided to keep it once I read my PM from ScrapeTyler. Other than that I hope you guys all enjoy chapter 11! :))
Ronald Weasley POV
Friday, November 8th, 1991
(Transfiguration Class)
"Very good, Ms. Davis, you have excelled quite well since our last class" McGonagall said with a kind smile. It's only been a day since I gave her some help, she's a fast learner.
All five Slytherins were fast learners, they had all excelled quickly within a short amount of time. They only needed a little push. Ron had hardly slept the prior night from excitement. I get to learn from Snape! I don't even know how to react, this is bloody awesome!
The whole school had been bustling with excitement as well, Saturday was going to be the first official quidditch game. Quidditch is like a religion at Hogwarts, it is beloved by all, even the teachers. I haven't seen a live quidditch game in a good while, it should be a blast. Ron made his way to potions, his last class of the day, and sat down at his usual table. I'll have to show Snape the room after class, I really hope he allows me to continue learning from the books in there. Ron jumped as an arm wrapped itself around his shoulders.
"Whoa!" Davis said as she sat down next to Ron, "no need to get your panties in a twist".
"What do you want, Davis?" Ron said as he shoved her arm off of him.
She stretched herself out as she pulled out her potions book, "well I figure now that you're a part of the group, we gotta get to know eachother better". Ron gave her a deadpanned look as he looked forward and started to unpack his potions set. "Oh you're no fun, I don't remember ever doing anything to deserve this type of treatment" she said with a playful and jovial tone. Ron accidentally let a smile slip out and Tracey started laughing as she clapped herself on the back.
"Thank you, thank you" she said as she bowed to an invisible audience.
"You think you're really funny don't you?" Ron snorted.
"Oh no, I definitely am" she said with a wicked gleam in her eye, "shall we get started on this potion then Ron?"
"So we're on a first name basis now?" Ron said confused, " don't you Slytherins have some weird thing with first names?"
"I'm not the others" Tracey laughed, "you helped me with transfiguration, so to show my gratitude we are now on a first name basis got it, Ron?"
"Got it, Tracey," Ron smiled as they got to work on the potion.
"Class…dismissed" Snape said in a low tone.
The class quickly got up and made their way out of the dungeon. Tracey turned to Ron.
"You comin?" She said, raising her brow.
"In a sec, I gotta talk to Snape first" Ron said getting up. Tracey nodded as she walked out of the room. Ron turned to Snape and walked to the front of the class. "You ready sir?" Snape nodded and motioned for Ron to lead the way.
Snape was silent as he walked about the room scanning shelf by shelf all the books that were inside this room. I wonder what he's thinking right now.
"Sir?" Ron spoke not aware of what Snape was doing.
"These…books" Snape said, pulling a black leather bound journal out of a shelf, "I was not aware half of these even existed", Snape flipped through the journal. There are a lot of books, so many more for me to look through and read. Ron walked towards a shelf and started looking through books while Snape read on. Hmmm….no, not that one. I wonder… Ron stopped on a certain beige book. 'Spell creation'? He pulled it out of the shelf and opened it up.
'The supreme science of spell creation is a very specific and highly intensive art. Many wizards will never be at the level to even attempt or comprehend the idea of spell creation. At the most high form a wizard would be able to create any spell or idea that they could imagine'
Ron's eyes were lit with a fire of interest as he read through the book. Creating my own spells? That would be bloody fantastic! This book seems to line out the basics to attaching an idea to an incantation. I'll have to look into this, I could even make wandless spells!
"Spell creation?"
Ron turned towards Snape, "uh yeah, it looked interesting".
"It is quite difficult to conceptualize," Snape said.
"You have experience in spell creation sir?" Ron said surprised. What doesn't this man know? Maybe I could ask him for some help? Would he? I mean he's already going to be tutoring me in potion-making.
"I do," Snape said in a low voice. Ron's head of house turned towards another bookshelf, scanning the rows, "I will give you aid, if you are even able to comprehend its basics".
"Really!?" Ron said excited, "thank you so mu-"
"If you are able to understand its concept". Snape said, now staring at Ron, "most wizards can never understand it, that is why it is not taught at Hogwarts. I will not waste my time teaching you something you can't understand".
"I…yes sir, I understand," Ron said. I'll have to do my own research on spell creation so I can prove to Snape that I'm not some dumb red-headed buffoon, I can understand the concept…right? I've never been the smartest in my family, what if I can't understand it? What if Snape realizes I'm just a loser. Bloody hell, I sound like a raving lunatic. Ron sat down, he had to prove people wrong, he had to prove his own thoughts wrong.
"This will be enough for today Weasley, I expect you to be in my office tomorrow, six o'clock sharp." Snape said as he started walking out of the room.
"Yes sir…" Ron said. I can't afford to be late, I'm not even talented as it is so I- "sir, are you okay?"
"What?" Snape said, stopping at the exit of the room.
"Well, I mean-" Ron stuttered, "you're limping".
"I fell in my office earlier this week," Snape said before walking out of the room. Ok then…
Ron made his way into the library to continue his studying. I should look into the second and third year spells so I can widen my spell gallery. If I want to beat Nott next time I'm gonna have to get some spells he can't even understand. Ron stopped as he noticed that Harry, Hermione and Neville were in the library. I swear these three have to learn how to be more conspicuous. The trio were huddled together at a table whispering amongst themselves. Ron could see Harry and Neville nodding adamantly, trying to convey something to Hermione. The bushy-haired girl was shaking her head as she whispered back. I wonder what they're talking about, if it's important they chose a bad spot, they're out in the open, anyone could just listen in.
The trio suddenly noticed Ron, they turned towards each other and spoke for a second before nodding. The three waved him over as Harry scooted next to Neville to open up a spot for Ron. Well this should be interesting.
"Why hello there," Ron said with a smile as he took a seat. "What's going on?"
Harry shared a look with the other two before setting his focus on Ron. "Okay Ron, I know this is gonna sound crazy but you're going to have to listen to us. Dumbledore is keeping something important here at Hogwarts, it's being protected by a large three-headed dog." Huh?
"And how did you guys find out about this?" Ron chuckled.
"We ran into the dog when we went into the third floor corridor." Hermione answered. Wait what?!
"You guys went to the third floor corridor?!" Ron was shocked. The trio looked between each other nervously. "You guys broke the school rules…"
"It's not like that Ron, it was an accident." Harry tried to explain.
"Hermione broke the school rules!" Ron laughed. Oh Merlin, I can't believe it!
Hermione's face became a deep red as the two Gryffindor boys joined in the laughing.
"I did not! It was just an accident." Hermione huffed.
"An accident?!" Ron said incredulously, " how was it an accident?"
Harry calmed himself down as he answered Ron, "well I had made a plan to duel Malfoy past curfew and he never showed up, he had alerted Filch about us, so we had to run away from him."
"And that's when we accidentally ended up in the forbidden corridor." Neville finished.
"Wait! That was the night I ran into you guys after my detention!" Ron said in recognition, "I had completely forgotten about that." I've been so caught up in everything my brain seemed to just forget about that night.
"Yeah but that's not important," said Neville, "the important thing is that we think Snape is trying to steal whatever Dumbledore is keeping safe."
"What?" Ron said shocked.
"Don't say we!" Hermione interjected, "I don't believe a teacher, no matter how he acts sometimes, would try to steal something Dumbledore is trying to protect."
"No matter how he acts", Harry mimicked in a Hermione-like voice. "He's an absolute jerk Hermione, he's such an arse!"
"Harry!" Hermione reprimanded, "he's a teacher!"
"So?" Harry said, his voice getting louder, "that doesn't mean I have to respect the greasy bat".
Neville quickly shushed both Harry and Hermione as Madam Pince had looked up from her desk and looked about ready to snap at them like a hungry vulture. "There's no need to get loud guys," Neville said softly. Harry and Hermione quickly shut their mouths as Neville calmed them down.
"Nevilles right," Harry said, now calm. "The reason I know he's trying to steal whatever Dumbledore is protecting is because I saw him a little while ago. Snape had a bite mark on his leg, and he was talking about the three-headed dog, he said it was hard to keep track of each of its heads".
"That's not true," Ron said unsure, "he tripped in his office".
"Is that what he told you?" Harry laughed, "Ron I'm telling you, I saw his leg, I heard him talking about it".
"Are you sure that you saw it correctly?" Ron asked.
"I am," Harry said with a sort of certainty in his voice. Would Snape do something like this? Would he go behind Dumbledore's back and try to steal something that is important to the headmaster?
"Do you know what the item is?" asked Ron.
"No but we were hoping you could do some investigating for us. You're in his house, I'm sure you're around him at least sometimes, just keep your ears open," said Harry. I don't believe Snape would do something like this, but… I can keep my ears open when I'm around Snape, like during my tutoring sessions. I'll find proof of his innocence and show it to these three.
"Alright Harry, I'm in," Ron agreed.
"Sweet!" Said Harry as he looked at Hermione with a grin.
"Ron, you don't have to do this," said Hermione.
"I know Hermione, I wanna do this."
Severus Snape POV
Saturday, November 9th, 1991
(Snape's office)
Knock! Knock!
It was five till 6.
Snape walked over to his door and opened it up. He was met with the sight of a disheveled Ronald Weasley. Snape raised an eyebrow as he assessed the boy. "You have just awoken".
"I-… yes I woke up late, I am very sorry sir" Weasley spoke with his head down.
"Lift your head" Snape sneered, "you're a Slytherin, we do not bow our heads." Foolish boy. "I expect you to be cleaned up and presentable next week, do you understand me?"
"Yes sir." Weasley nodded as he raised his head and stood up straight.
"Good" Snape said as he motioned the redhead into his office.
Inside the office there were four large cauldrons all on an open flame. Snape watched as the boy walked over to the cauldrons and scanned the potions office with wide eyes. "Wolfsbane is an extremely difficult potion to brew, there are massive consequences that come from brewing this potion even slightly wrong. Although it uses only four Ingredients it is an extremely technical potion". Snape said as he brought out a case of ingredients.
"You believe I'll be able to brew this potion sir?" Weasley asked, shocked.
"No," Snape said flatly. "I believe you'll be able to understand the technicality for this potion and then you might be able to brew it."
"Of Course sir." Weasley said.
"The four ingredients for wolfsbane potion are Aconite, black quicksilver, giant moon wort, and myrrh"
Ronald Weasley POV
Saturday, November 9th, 1991
(Quidditch field)
Ron had learned quite a lot from Snape about the wolfsbane potion and the preparation of each ingredient. I'm pretty sure I impressed Snape when I correctly prepped the ingredients. After his tutoring from Snape, Ron had gone to the great hall to grab some food before he made his way to find a seat for the big game. It's gonna be weird sitting on the Slytherin side when my brothers and Harry are on Gryffindor's team.
"What's got you so gutted," came the voice of Theodore Nott.
"Why do you care?" Ron said darkly as he turned away from the boy. Why does he keep pretending that we are friends? Why does he keep pretending that he cares? Nott shook his head as he sat down next to Ron.
"Look Weasley, I know we got off to a rough start but you're going to have to work with me here," Nott pulled out a pouch as he continued talking, "I get that your family's in Gryffindor and that you wanna support them but I'm being serious…you gotta get over yourself."
"What?" Ron asked shocked as he turned towards the weedy Slytherin.
"Be proud of Slytherin," Nott smirked as he pulled out a few galleons, "pave your own path away from your family, why would you want to be in their shadow anyway?"
"I-," Ron stopped himself as he began to ponder. Why do I care so much? The sorting hat did say this was my best chance to become great? So why am I throwing that away?
"How about this Weasley, I'll show you how fun Slytherin can be." Nott pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. "I bet that the Slytherin team will win this game, and I bet three galleons on them." Three? Merlin!
"How am I supposed to bet with no money," Ron said annoyed. He knows I'm poor, he's just taunting me now.
"You don't need money, if Gryffindor wins then you'll get the three galleons, if Slytherin wins then you will have to owe me a favor whenever I ask.
"Seriously?" Ron asked. I could win three galleons!
"Deal!" Ron said happily, shaking the other boy's hand.
"Then it is set." Nott declared with a broad smile.
You better win this for me Harry, and I'm not gonna forget about you two, Fred and George, I need this! The two boys were slowly joined by Zabini, Bulstrode, Greengrass, and Tracey.
"Are we interrupting something private?" Tracey teased as she sat between Ron and Nott.
"Not at all, Davis," Nott smirked, "just placing some bets on the game."
"Oh! Let me in on that!" Tracey laughed as she placed down two galleons. "For Slytherin." Greengrass bet four galleons for Slytherin, Zabini did three for Slytherin and bulstrode didn't bet as she saw it as an unhealthy habit.
"Oh you better pray that Gryffindor does good by you Weasley," Nott joked, "or you'll have a lot of favors to owe." Yeah but I could potentially win 12 galleons! That's well worth the risk!
"I'm not worried at all, Nott," Ron said smoothly.
Nott smirked as he shook his head and moved his attention onto the field.
"ALL SPECTATORS! Welcome the Gryffindor quidditch team, and their new seeker, Harry Potter!"
The Gryffindor stands went wild with cheers as the red and gold wearing team flew out onto the field.
Harry looks really nervous, oh c'mon Harry, I can't have you getting nervous on me now!
"And the Slytherin team," Lee Jordan said. Wow, you can practically see the contempt dripping from his voice. The Slytherin stands went berserk when the green and silver clad players flew out onto the field, getting to their positions, across from the Gryffindor team. Here we go! Madam hooch flies into the air and gets her whistle ready. 3…2…1…
The sound of the whistle launches both teams into a quick blast forward for the quaffle, Anegelina Johnson quickly grabs the quaffle and passes it to Alicia Spinnet. Alicia tries to weave through the Slytherins but is stopped when Marcus Flint barrels towards her and steals the quaffle.
"Flint is on his way towards the Gryffindor posts, he aims, and he fires and ITS BLOCKED BY OLIVER WOOD!" Lee shouts. "Katie bell picks up the quaffle and makes her way down- OUCH! She's been hit by a bludger and has lost the quaffle to Adrian Pucey!" Well fuck! Cmon Gryffindor!
"Slytherin is in possession of the quaffle," Lee says loudly, his voice projecting across the field, "Pucey speeds towards the Gryffindor goals… AND BAMN! HE'S THROWN OFF BY FRED WEASLEY WITH A BLUDGER, nice going Gryffindor!" That was a nice hit Fred! Johnson gets the quaffle and blasts forward towards the Slytherin goal posts. She dodges an incoming bludger as she winds her arm up and launches the quaffle towards the bottom left goal post. The Slytherin keeper jumps for the quaffle…
"JOHNSON SCORES FOR GRYFFINDOR!" Lee yelled with a wide grin almost breaking his face in half. Hell yeah! The quaffle went back into play as Adrian Pucey soared down the field. This is really fun, I've missed quidditch!
Ron was going to brag to Nott about Gryffindor being ahead when he noticed a large object in the sky, he looked up to see a huge bird. The whole world around him seemed to still as he looked upon the majestic animal. I've never seen a bird like that, it's talons are massive! Ron had always loved birds; they had always interested him. He loved playing with Errol when he was a child, he thought birds were just the coolest of creatures. It's so majestic, it's quite fantastical, and I'm a bloody wizard! Ron couldn't explain it but there was something amazing about sitting there and watching this animal, its gray wings soaring over the bright sky, its black and white tail glistening in the clouds. He watched as the beautiful beast flew out of his sight.
"GRYFFINDOR SCORES ITS SECOND POINT! That leaves the score at 20 - 0," Lee shouted, bringing Ron back into reality. looks like Gryffindor got a foul shot. Flint got possession of the quaffle and although he was hit in the face by a bludger he scored a point for Slytherin. The Slytherin stands went crazy, yelling and shouting with joy. Damn this might end up being a tight game, cmon Harry! Find that snitch!…Harry?! Harry was dangling from his broom and it was zig zagging like crazy around the field.
"Looks like your golden boy doesn't even know how to fly Weasley," Nott laughed.
Ron ignored him as he quickly sat up and pulled out his wand, he closed his eyes and tapped his wand against his temple, "Oculus Augendae." He opened his eyes and he could suddenly see across the field with great precision, he spotted Hermione who was looking at him with a pair of binoculars, he waved at her and she waved him over. They both got up and made their way to each other.
"What's happening with Harry?" Ron asked as they got up to one another.
"I- uh we think Snapes jinxed his broom," Neville stuttered from behind Hermione. Seriously?
"Look," Hermione tries to hand Ron the binoculars but he denies them as he looks towards the teacher's stand. Snape is muttering to himself while he's staring at Harry… but so is Quirrell!
"Quirrell is muttering to himself while staring at Harry as well," Ron pointed out to the Gryffindors.
"How can you see him?" Hermione questioned.
"It's a spell," Ron said, "don't worry about it."
"Uh-ok well it's Snape Ron, I watched him, he's definitely performing a jinx." Hermione stood firm.
"Well I know Professor Snape and he wouldn't do that, no matter how much he dislikes Harry," Ron countered, "so I am going to see what Quirrell is doing." Ron strode past Hermione as he quickly made his way towards the teachers stand. Hermione handed Neville the binoculars and quickly followed after Ron.
"Well I'm not gonna let your trust in Snape let Harry die." Hermione huffed.
"That's fine," Ron muttered, "but I'm gonna get who's really jinxing Harry's broom."
The two first years came to a stop at the entrance to the teachers stands. Ron watched Hermione duck under the stands and make her way to Snape. You know, for a girl who preaches about always listening to your elders, she sure is eager to go and harm Snape. Ron shook his head as he made himself focus on the task at hand. He sneaked under the deck and slowly made his way behind Quirrell. Here goes nothing. Ron slowly freed his wand from his pocket and aimed it at Quirrell's feet. Before he could even get a word out his body and brain seemed to shut down, a feeling of heavy dread quickly overtook him. What the Fuck is happening, I can't move! Ron's eyes quickly shot around like a hawk trying to pinpoint who or what was taking control of his body. Quirrell? No…he's still casting the jinx on Harry there's no way he could be doing this simultaneously. Who!? What?! Where?!
'WHY!'
Ron's brain went completely still. Who was that?
'Why do you exist?'
'Why are you a Slytherin? A pathetic Weasley?!'
Ron's head started to pulse with intense pain. Who are you?
'Who are you? A little pest that thinks he can challenge my power'
The pain got worse with every pulse, Ron could barely think straight. Your…power…?
'You useless little bastard, why should you be in the house of the cunning, you must be the least cunning person I've ever laid my eyes on'
Images started to flash before Ron's eyes as he was forced to relive his childhood. An image of his mom shooing him away in favor of Ginny appeared.
'Not even your family can stand you, it's no shock that you have no friends'
Ron watched himself get shunned by every member in his family, shooing him away as they didn't want to do anything with him.
'Even your little sister only spent time with you as a last resort'
'You're pathetic, useless, why do you even EXIST!?'
Ron's mind was screaming with pain as images and memories blasted across Ron's mind, constantly replaying in a sad and miserable reminder of the youngest Weasley boy's existence. Blood started to drip from Ron's ears and fall to the floor, seeping into the wood floors of the quidditch stands.
'You are the most pathetic filth that-'
Suddenly everything stopped, all of the pressure in Ron's head stopped. Ron collapsed to the ground, his head still aching. He could barely breathe, all he could hear was a still high pitch. He wobbled over to the exit, hardly noticing that Snape's robes were on fire and that Harry had regained control of his broom.
Ron moved towards the stairs out of the stands and made his way to the Hogwarts grounds. Merlin help me…bloody hell my head hurts… He couldn't register any more thoughts as he collapsed into a nearby bush.
Theodore Nott POV
Saturday, November 9th, 1991
(Slytherin Common Room)
"Where the hell did he bugger off to?" Theo asked as he sat down next to Blaise.
"None of us have seen him since he left in the middle of the game," Blaise answered coolly.
"The gits got 12 galleons sitting here and waiting for him and he's just prancing around the school doing who knows what," Theo muttered as he played with a loose thread on the couch, "he's probably in the library right now."
"Calm down," Blaise smirked, "you don't want to give it away."
"Give what away?"
"Really Theodore?" Blaise smiled, "you've known me for years, don't play me for a fool." Oh shit…
"You're right, I'm sorry." Theo stood up and approached the fireplace. "Don't be mad, but I needed a way for him to finally start accepting Slytherin, that way he finds it more useful to be proactive in surrounding himself with us, which in turn helps me with the knowledge I can gain from him."
"There's no need to explain yourself to me," Blaise replied, "I think what you're doing is smart and the right approach."
"Really?" Theo turned towards Blaise.
"Certainly," Blaise nodded, "there was no way you were going to get him to start to accept us as 'friends' until we gave him some incentive." I shouldn't have worried, Blaise isn't stupid, he knows how things like this work.
"I'm glad to have you on my side Blaise."
"The feeling is mutual Theodore."
Ronald Weasley POV
Saturday, November 9th, 1991
(Grounds of Hogwarts)
"Hmpfh…get off…stop…" What the hell is poking me?
Ron slowly opened his eyes, adjusting to the darker light of the afternoon. He suddenly stopped as his eyes landed on the thing that had woken him, and by thing he meant a four foot tall behemoth of a bird. Is that the bird I saw in the sky earlier? The raptor had two piercing, almost black, eyes. Its talons were absolutely massive and its gray and white color scheme was quite intimidating. It kept its wings tight to its body and had a hunched posture as it examined the red head. They're absolutely breathtaking, I can't even speak. The feathers around the bird's head slowly perched upwards as its narrow face filled in with feathers, making it look almost like a human if you were just walking by.
Ron slowly sat up as he examined the beautiful beast. "You are quite magnificent, I hope you know that." I wonder why it's acting the way it is. Ron slowly stood up and softly approached the animal.
"Is there something I can help you with?"
The raptor lifted up one of its legs to show its talons, "SCRAW!" Ron quickly stepped back wincing, as he felt pain in his head.
"I am of no danger to you, I just want to help," Ron said as he rubbed his temple. The bird tilted its head at Ron as it lowered its talons. The bird shook its wings as he spread them open and lifted his other leg. Ron quickly noticed how one of the animals' wings was damaged quite significantly. I'm sure I can find a spell to help heal that with no problem. He then looked to the bird's leg and he noticed a dark purple crest that was pulsing, purple veins had spread from the crest to the top of its leg.
"Holy shit," he couldn't believe his eyes, "what the bloody hell is that." I might know how to cure his wing but I have no idea where to even start to fix this, unless…
He approached the bird, who reluctantly gave in, and he slowly placed his forearm on the ground, giving the bird something to climb on to. Although it had razor sharp talons, the raptor softly climbed on top of Ron's arm. You are one gorgeous animal.
"I'm gonna take you to the room of requirements," Ron spoke as he limped towards the castle, "I might be able to get it to give me a book on whatever's going on with your leg." I'll help you buddy, just have some faith in me. He entered the school and quickly took a back way, he didn't want anybody seeing him or the bird. It would be really convenient if I knew the disillusionment charm by now, Merlin I really have to get that spell down. He approached the room of requirements and started to pace in front of it. Please please please please please… The door Ron had grown quite too familiar with appeared and he entered.
Inside of the room was a healers table and a desk with a leather bound tome. He approached the table and let the bird hop off of his arm and onto the table. Now let's take a look at this tome… 'Slave marks and Owners crests'? What the fuck?
Ron quickly flipped through the pages and his mind went still with rage. How could anybody do this to another living being? He pulled up to a section on removing crests and started to practice the spell.
"Alright buddy, let's get this nasty spell off of you shall we?"
The bird screeched as it showed its leg to Ron. Alright let's give this a shot. Ron touched his wand gently to the crest on the bird's leg.
"Servus Crista Ultra." The veins started to shine blue as they receded from the leg.
"Dimittis E Carcere." The crest started to unfold from itself, releasing pressure from the bird.
"I Liberabit Vos!" Ron's voice boomed as a golden glow emanated from his wand, the crest glowed gold as it slowly dissipated from the bird's leg. Bloody hell! I fucking did it! Ha! I saved this bird's life, thank Merlin! The animal cooed happily as it started to walk around the table. Ron reached forward and stroked its head.
"You're so beautiful," Ron smiled as he walked to the other end of the table and worked on healing its wing. This shouldn't be too hard, it doesn't look too damaged, looks like it accidentally ran into something. He was able to get it quickly healed with basic healing magic. The animal's magnificence was truly shone when it was healed and able to spread its wings with its full glory.
See? I'm not useless…
Ron's exhaustion caught up with him as went to sit down and a couch appeared under him. I think I'll just take a quick nap… The bird tilted its head at Ron as it made its way over to the couch and perched itself right next to Ron as he fell into a deep slumber.
Thank you all for reading! Sorry for the wait, again :))
Can you guess what bird I chose? It's my favorite bird of all time and bringing it in is a little bit of fan service for myself, sorry.
have a great rest of your day! I hope your life is going great right now!