The Burrow

Fred, dear, have you finished de-gnoming the garden?

Oh. Right, mum. Could you have Ron do it?

NO.

No, dear, Ron's got to fix the septic tank.

Do I have to?

Right. The septic. All right then. George and I are off. At least with us doing it you'll know it'll get done right the first time.

Ronald Weasley wrote:Do I have to?

Yes.

Why can't Ginny?

Because I like her more than you.

Because I asked you to do it. And Ginny has to set the table - can't have her setting the table after mucking about in the septic tank, can I?

Story of my entire fuckin' life. *leaves*

I could set the table instead.

Listen to Mummy, Ronnikins Debrah.

HOWDY, WEASLEY FAMILY.

My name's. Not. Debrah, Uncle Fabian.
I should just leave. You all hate me anyway. *is completely serious*

Oh no, Elizabeth. Don't leave! I bear gifts, you see! What type of uncle would I be if I didn't bring gifts? See? Look. I got you a nice bubble wand. Sorry, though, I used up all the bubbles.

Ron goes up to his attic room and begins to pack.

Molly makes Fabian a sandwich.

[OMG I love you guys so much. JS]

Ronald Weasley wrote:Ron goes up to his attic room and begins to pack.

Ginny bounds up the stairs to Ron's room. She knocks obnoxiously for a moment, but he doesn't open the door. So instead, she just enters because...who respects privacy? She notices that Ron is packing and that makes her uber-sad. "No no no! Ronnnnnnnnnn. You can't leave!"

Ron rolls his eyes. "If I didn't open the door for you, what makes you think I'd appreciate you barging into my room?" he asks. "And why shouldn't I leave? No one likes me anyways, and it's not as if anyone would notice if I left."

"Because my presence is unbelievably amazing and you obviously appreciate it loads. You're just in denial of how awesome I am," she said seriously. "Ohhhh Ronnnn," she said, letting out a sigh and then moving over to where his suitcase was. She began to unpack it, placing his things back in the dresser drawers. "Stop acting like a thirteen year old girl. Everyone here loves you lots...you're being ridiculous."

"I am not a thirteen year old girl!" Ron says hotly. "And it's true. Everyone hates me. Or doesn't notice me. Ask around. See for yourself." He sits down on the edge of his bed with his head in his hands.

"Fine. With this attitude you're acting like a twelve year old girl. Is that any better?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. "Listen," she said gently, sitting on the bed next to her brother. "I know...it's not always easy for you, but nobody could ever hate you. In a big house like this, it's difficult to have those stand out moments. You have them though, whether you realize it or not. Just by being a great brother with an amazing heart."

Wow.
This shit is deep.

Whoa. It is deep. And I was even sorta joking with that first post. Ron is just...sad right now. D:

"Not really much better, no," Ron mutters. Then he sighs. "I know not everyone hates me. It's just that...sometimes it seems that way, and it sucks."

"Well it's not true," she said while rolling her eyes. "Fred and George just enjoy teasing you. You are quite the easy target sometimes," she said with a grin. "I promise they don't hate you though. Now...why don't we go do something fun," she suggested. "Maybe go play some Quidditch orchard?"

Ron tries to look annoyed, but fails and grins. "Fine," he concedes. "Quidditch it is then. But you are so going to lose."