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[yngstweasleybro]

 Date: 2, March 2002
Time: late morning
Location: ?? Ron Doesn't know where he is
Character(s) Involved: Ron Weasley and open
Rating: pG

Ron opened his eyes, and found he couldn't see very well.  After putting his hand up to rub them, he realized that they were sore and tender.  He closed them again, trying to recall what had happened the previous

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[redheadedjokers]

Fred groaned again, in his sleep and hugged his pillow closer to his head. With a sigh, George slipped their journal into his pocket and got up to go lean over his twin. "Give it up, Fred," he said, nudging his mirror image with his foot. "You can sleep later."

Fred groaned again, which resulted in a more insistent nudge. George then simply snatched the pillow away from his twin and got out of the way.

"Fine, I'm up," Fred grumbled. He sat up and looked around at the other Weasleys who were gathered around where he'd been sleeping. "What are we talking about?"

"Ron's... performance..." George replied, "last night..."

Fred frowned and scratched his head. "Oh right," Fred replied, after another moment's thought. "You were quite entertaining, Ron," he finally said. "Especially when you started crawling all over us, being to know if we still cared about you."

"You're not helping, Fred," George growled, throwing the pillow at Fred's head.

"You explain it then," Fred argued back.

"Fine," George sighed, sitting down. "By the time we found you again, you were already considerably drunk."

"At least one of us was..."

"You went on about how Hermione was dancing with Harry," George continued, ignoring his twin. "You said something or other about how Hermione thinks you beat her up (which I'm still not entirely clear on). Dean came up and punched you in the face, for leading on not one, not two... but three different girls..."

"How is that even possible?"

"Then you started going on about how no one loved you," George went on. "How you were completely in love with Hermione and none of those other girls meant anything to you."

"Bad move, Wonniekins."

"You were quite loud about it all, started singing happy birthday to yourself," George explained. "Charlie helped us get you to a table and, eventually home."

"Which still explains nothing about how you got into such a sorry state, in the first place," Fred finished.