Poor little sods.
~Ron wakes up, feeling a lot less wobbly. He gets out of bed, gets dressed and picks up his wand before heading out into the garden for some fresh air.
He notices the chickens are looking a bit cheesed off.~
Hello, you lot look a bit sorry for yourselves. Didn't anyone feed you?
~With a swish and a flick, the disgruntled avians have their nosh, and with a muttered charm, Ron amuses himself by levitating the eggs into a queue, mid air.
He opens the door back into the house.~
After you!
~The eggs float into the kitchen.~
He has them land gently in a bowl, and one evanesco later, they're sparkly clean.~
Hm, scrambled eggs'd go down a treat actually.
He notices the chickens are looking a bit cheesed off.~
Hello, you lot look a bit sorry for yourselves. Didn't anyone feed you?
~With a swish and a flick, the disgruntled avians have their nosh, and with a muttered charm, Ron amuses himself by levitating the eggs into a queue, mid air.
He opens the door back into the house.~
After you!
~The eggs float into the kitchen.~
He has them land gently in a bowl, and one evanesco later, they're sparkly clean.~
Hm, scrambled eggs'd go down a treat actually.