June 6th, mid-morning, the Burrow
Waking up in his bed in his room at the Burrow that morning felt different than normal. Almost like Christmas when he was very small, nervous and tingly and afire with expectation. Though right now he was also filled with a certain amount of dread. It was one thing to decide to move out of your mum's house. It was another to tell your mum you were moving out. He was of age, he'd spent the better part of the last six years living at Hogwarts, and Harry needed him at Grimmauld. They were all valid reasons and they'd seemed to make sense yesterday.
But as Ron looked around his room, at the sloping ceiling and the cracks in his plaster, he felt cold and small and ridiculously young. This would never really be his room again after he moved out. He could come home and visit, sure, but with his luck, his mum would turn it into a sewing room, or whatever it was mothers did. He shook his head at himself. The important thing was that he was moving out. He was a man now, right? And he was going to go live with Harry and the others at Grimmauld and help the Order.
First, though, he had to tell his mum.
He wrapped himself in his robe and padded down the stairs, wondering if he would find her in the kitchen. Maybe he should hit her with a cheering charm first. How had Bill told her that he was moving out? Ron sighed. He should have owled Bill and asked.
But as Ron looked around his room, at the sloping ceiling and the cracks in his plaster, he felt cold and small and ridiculously young. This would never really be his room again after he moved out. He could come home and visit, sure, but with his luck, his mum would turn it into a sewing room, or whatever it was mothers did. He shook his head at himself. The important thing was that he was moving out. He was a man now, right? And he was going to go live with Harry and the others at Grimmauld and help the Order.
First, though, he had to tell his mum.
He wrapped himself in his robe and padded down the stairs, wondering if he would find her in the kitchen. Maybe he should hit her with a cheering charm first. How had Bill told her that he was moving out? Ron sighed. He should have owled Bill and asked.