Post by RON WEASLEY on Jan 1, 2017 13:53:32 GMT -6
timing: January 2011
Ron knew that it was thanks to Harry and Hermione that he had secured a position in the highly contested auror office. He had half expected to be working at Fred and George's shop for the rest of his life. While it would have been fun, Ron just wanted to break out of the family mould. And he had been with Harry and Hermione through mostly thick and thin, even with a few rough patches. It only made sense for them to continue on into adulthood together.
Sat on the couch, Ron scrutinised the hunk of cheese in front of him. His wife- and sometimes he still couldn't believe his luck their either- had asked him to put together a cheese board as an appetiser for dinner tonight. Maybe she just liked cheese. Either way, the cheese was looking smaller than he had initially thought. Stupid Tesco and their misleading packaging.
A thought came to Ron. Could he make the cheese bigger? Or did that count as transfiguration and not work? Ron vaguely remembered Hermione once saying you can make more food if you've already got it... he would give it a go then. He grabbed his wand from the side table where he had discarded it an hour ago and pointed it at the cheese. "Engorgio," said Ron firmly. Nothing happened. Frowning, he gave it another go. "Engorgio!" said Ron, and yet again nothing happened. He glared at his wand, shaking it. "Is this thing on? Blimey," he muttered dubiously.
Hermione was trying very much to leave her work stresses at work. It was the weekend and a new year. She wanted to start it off right, but with the recent interview with the Daily Prophet... Well, it only drove home how little they knew about what was going on. And, in natural fashion, the woman was frustrated by it and felt the need to work more. Which she was well aware drove her family absolutely bonkers and was unfair to them...
...But well, it always had been what Hermiones did best, hadn't it? Even now her mind is less on the food she's magically having chop itself up and on the cases that had slid across the desk the morning prior. At one point the knife and potato clatter to the cutting board jolting her out of her reverie. She placed her wand down with a sigh and grabbed the knife's handle to do it the ordinary way. However, when her finger slipped and she cut the tip of her finger a smidge the grunt that escaped was more frustrated than pained.
Pulling away from the table, she moved across to the room to the living room where she knew her husband was. "Ron?" She called, barely taking in the sight of her husband with a piece of cheese. Or the fact that he was having his wand at it. Casting him an almost amused look she can't help but shake her head.
"How about we forget a proper dinner and go out for pizza?" She questioned hopefully. Hermione didn't often offer eating out but after the disastrous concentration and finding her husband... Trying to magically enhance cheese. Well, maybe a proper dinner this weekend was out of the question.
Post by RON WEASLEY on Jan 2, 2017 13:37:01 GMT -6
Ron heard the knife clatter in the kitchen and swore under his breath. Hermione wouldn't say anything, but she would be disappointed in his lack of magical ability. Focusing completely now, Ron pointed his wand at the cheese and said "Engorgio." Finally, finally it grew. Slightly. Probably about two centimetres total, but it was enough for him. Jubilant at his success, Ron looked up just as Hermione entered the room.
Rising swiftly, Ron moved over to Hermione and wrapped his arms around her. At the words pizza, he heaved a great sigh of relief. "Have I told you lately that I love you? I love you more now because pizza," said Ron, kissing the top of her head. Pizza was his favourite food, ever since he had tried some with Hermione nearly fifteen years ago now. It was a wonder how he had been missing such goodness all these years. And all because of his mothers wonderful, magical cooking. "I don't want to share though. Alright, maybe you can have a slice," said Ron teasingly. "The kids are still at Harry's, yeah?" he added. Ron probably should have known the whereabouts of his children but oh well.
"Can we go to Franco Manca? Please?" asked Ron, making his eyes massive and round and pleading. It rarely worked.
Hermione was, in truth, probably more relieved then Ron. Not for the first time she found she was glad that his stomach was often bigger than his brain (well, more so, that it took precedence). She can't help but laugh, the sound muffled between them as she wrapped her arms around him in return. The woman glanced up, eyes dancing with mirth before giving a shake of her head.
"I'm starting to think it's the pizza you love not me, Ronald," she teased. She knew it not to be the truth-- at least on most days, there were times she was absolutely certain all he cared about was the foot on his plate. Ducking her head, Hermione gave another half laugh. "Yes, they're with Harry. Though we'll need to pick them up early in the morning. I doubt they cause half as much trouble as James and Albus but..." Hermione trailed off musing. Their kids seemed to be much more well behaved than the Potters, but she hastened to think of leaving Ginny with five kids all under six for much longer.
Pulling back from their hold, Hermione brushed her hair through her hand before adding an almost distracted, "Wherever you want." She'd never been a big fan of pizza, but it was better than other fast food and Ron loved it. That was enough for tonight.
Post by RON WEASLEY on Jan 23, 2017 9:13:29 GMT -6
Ron was not the most organised of persons. Nor did he ever claim to be as such. He didn't know where things went half the time, and 90% of the time he didn't know where his children were. But on the bright side, nobody was maimed or injured. Ron just had to look on the bright side. "Who is Ronald?" asked Ron with a smirk. He rubbed Hermione's shoulders affectionately. "You're always first. But pizza is a close second. It's so hard not to love pizza," said Ron reasonably.
"Can they walk home? It's only like... I dunno several hundred kilometers or something," said Ron, only half serious. He wasn't actually sure how far the Potters lived, but it was far enough. He thought their children were good and all, but that was mostly Hermione. Ron had a tendency to spoil them. They were just so cute most of the time. He pleaded for Franco Manca and was surprised when it actually worked? "Yeah? Oh Hermione, I love you," said Ron, kissing her fully on the mouth. "I'll get our coats," he added, darting off towards the front closet to collect their winter jackets. He handed Hermione's to her and beaming, offered his arm so that they could apparate away.