RP: Have you gotten taller?

[shh_george]

Date: 17 July 2005
Characters: Ron and George
Location: Copper Towers
Status: Private
Summary: Ron stops by for a visit.
Completion: Incomplete

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[shh_ron]

After work, Ron got cleaned up and stopped at Socks to pick up dinner for himself and George. He'd not had any one-on-one time with George in months and they hadn't hung out in close to two months, not since that night at the Five Alarm when everyone except Percy and Fred had got together for drinks. Arriving at Copper Towers, he resisted the urge to stop in on Lavender; he knew he would spend the coming weekend with her, and he wanted to let her concentrate on her studies. He found George's flat and knocked; while waiting a few moments for his brother to let him, he heard some odd noises coming from inside the flat. The door opened, George pulled him into a hug and Ron hugged him back, careful not to crush the meal he'd brought for them both

[shh_george]

"Course he's got no manners. He learned everything he knows from me." George pulled him into the flat, reaching up to ruffle his hair. "Bit old for that? No matter how tall you get, to me you'll always be the five year old tyke who drank Fred and mine's first attempt at a hair growing potion and threw up fur balls all night. Thought mum was going to kill us both. Ah, memories." He schooled a faraway look on his face as well as a sappy smile before taking the food from Ron.

"I'm good. You mind eating in the living room?" he asked, nodding to the couch. "My dining table's covered in potion ingredients. I'd be leery of eating there. And fish and chips is fantastic. Thanks for this."

[shh_ron]

"Bugger, you had to remind me about that?" Ron grimaced slightly. "That was almost as bad as the time you lot - or was it just you or just Fred? - the time you turned my teddy bear into a spider. I've never forgot that, you know. I was only three but it scarred me for life." He shuddered, reminded again of Aragog and the Forbidden Forest and his general fear of spiders of any size.

"No, living room's fine," he said, taking a seat on the sofa. "I'd rather eat here than anywhere that's full of potions. You and Fred must've done better in that class than I remember, or maybe I just couldn't learn from Snape because of the way he treated Harry." He shrugged, then heard a noise and thought he saw a furry something bolt through the room. "What the hell, mate?"

[shh_george]

"It was Fred. But you broke his broomstick, so you were asking for it. You screamed a lot. We never forgot it either. Nearly deafened us, you did. Besides, how was he to know you were going to freak out like that?"

George went and grabbed a few plates and forks, carrying them to the coffee table and dividing up the food. Using his wand, he popped the caps on the beers and handed one to Ron. "We weren't really interested in the potions Snape wanted us to do, but we did all right. Always had a knack for potions. Always liked to blow shit up too, the best chance was in potions."

Picking up a chip, he popped it in his mouth. "It's supposed to be a cat," he said casually. "The other one's around here somewhere." He stopped chewing and looked at Ron shrewdly. "Hey. You have your own place now. You need a pet. Two in fact."

[shh_ron]

"Things with me and Lavender are good," Ron said, deciding not to say brilliant because, really, they weren't quite brilliant right now, not since his little revelation, but they were good enough. "She's a great girl. Dunno, what else should I say? We're still in love with each other so, yeah, I'd say things are good. Mum was asking me about her this morning when she came over for breakast. She wants me to bring Lavender round to the Five Alarm to meet her some time." He shrugged, frowning a little. "Dunno if that's such a good idea but you know how Mum gets."

[shh_george]

"You saw mum for breakfast? How is she?" He'd not seen or talked to his mother in much too long. "I do know how she gets. All I can say is good luck. I don't envy any of us having to take our significant others to meet her. She's going to be revolting about it, you know? Be planning your wedding, asking about grandkids. 's why I'm going to steer clear of women from here on out." He gave a pronounced shudder. "Maybe you should take the cats to meet her instead. I think that might be safer."

[shh_ron]

"Yeah, she came by this morning. It wasn't anything fancy; I'm not that good a cook yet," he admitted, "but she didn't complain, so that's good."

Ron rolled his eyes in sympathy as George gave a spot-on description of how their mother was likely to deal with her children's significant others. "Bloody hell, 'm not looking forward to that," he said nervously. "It'll be worse than being tried by the Wizengamot. But she'll be nice about it, y'know? She'll be nice to Lavender but she'll send me a howler later and badger me about setting a wedding date. Shite, George, we don't even live together yet. We're not nearly ready to settle down. You're right, it's probably safer just to let Mum meet the cats."

[shh_george]

"I'm surprised she let you cook. You know how she is in the kitchen."

George nodded sagely. "Yes, it will. Of course she'd be nice to Lavender. But then she'll have to tell Lavender about the entire year when you were three that you refused to wear clothes and your ran around wagging your willy at anyone that would stand still. Then she'll tell her about the time you got stung on your arse by a bee in the garden and how badly it swelled up. Oh and we can't forget you getting those magically expanding marbles stuck up your nose when you were six. Still don't know how you managed to get that many up there before you started screaming. Yeah, she'll be nice. In fact, let me know when she's meeting her so I can be there." He grinned at the look of horror on Ron's face. "I'd hate to miss it."