Sitting in the kitchen of their Unplottable house
*slams down the morning paper* You brainless, slimy, hypocritical...ooh, you're making me wish that I'd kept hold of you back in fourth year. I should've just pinned you to a card and donated you to the entomologists at the British Museum!
*gets up and puts the kettle on, then starts to get out the ingredients for stew and sandwiches*
*picks up the big cleaver and starts to cut up the stewing steak* Ron's still sulking at me for yelling at him during the Order meeting. I don't care if he thinks it's 'cool' -- that's not the sort of thing you say to someone like Tonks. She looked miserable enough as it was without Ron putting his foot in his mouth.
*sighs and flicks her wand to set the carrots and onions and potatoes to dicing themselves* It's not as if we don't have enough to think about already. We've been practising, and Harry's reaction time is as good as I've ever seen it. Ron's getting better, too -- the two of them need to keep working together at it, if only to help Ron move just a little bit faster on the casting. He's fine if the spell comes in several parts where he can think ahead, but it's the initial reaction time that's so crucial and could stand just a fractional improvement. Even half a second would do it, really.
They've been working so hard that I get tired just watching them. The other night I practically had to go and lie down after they'd finished, and I wasn't even doing anything! Mrs Weasley was asking if I've been eating enough, and I don't think she believed me when I said that I was. I must not be getting enough iron in my diet -- we HAVE been eating a lot of chicken recently, so perhaps some red meat will do the trick.
*puts the stew meat in the big cooking pot, then adds the carrots and potatoes and onions* I'd expected better of Professor Lupin, honestly. How many of the Order think that we're just sitting around here playing house -- or tangled in the sheets -- while they all go out and risk their lives for us? They keep telling us that we can't do anything, that it's dangerous to set foot outside, and they think that gives them the right to talk about us as if we were chess pieces to be moved about the board at their leisure. That's what got Sirius in trouble before. That's what made Harry so angry for such a long time, and heaven knows there's no way I'm going through THAT again.
*checks the stew, then adds salt and pepper and a handful of bay leaves* Let's see if we can get through lunch without Ron moping about all over the place or Harry bolting his food in ten seconds.
*pokes her head round the kitchen door and calls out* Ron! Harry! What kind of sandwiches do you want with your stew?
*gets up and puts the kettle on, then starts to get out the ingredients for stew and sandwiches*
*picks up the big cleaver and starts to cut up the stewing steak* Ron's still sulking at me for yelling at him during the Order meeting. I don't care if he thinks it's 'cool' -- that's not the sort of thing you say to someone like Tonks. She looked miserable enough as it was without Ron putting his foot in his mouth.
*sighs and flicks her wand to set the carrots and onions and potatoes to dicing themselves* It's not as if we don't have enough to think about already. We've been practising, and Harry's reaction time is as good as I've ever seen it. Ron's getting better, too -- the two of them need to keep working together at it, if only to help Ron move just a little bit faster on the casting. He's fine if the spell comes in several parts where he can think ahead, but it's the initial reaction time that's so crucial and could stand just a fractional improvement. Even half a second would do it, really.
They've been working so hard that I get tired just watching them. The other night I practically had to go and lie down after they'd finished, and I wasn't even doing anything! Mrs Weasley was asking if I've been eating enough, and I don't think she believed me when I said that I was. I must not be getting enough iron in my diet -- we HAVE been eating a lot of chicken recently, so perhaps some red meat will do the trick.
*puts the stew meat in the big cooking pot, then adds the carrots and potatoes and onions* I'd expected better of Professor Lupin, honestly. How many of the Order think that we're just sitting around here playing house -- or tangled in the sheets -- while they all go out and risk their lives for us? They keep telling us that we can't do anything, that it's dangerous to set foot outside, and they think that gives them the right to talk about us as if we were chess pieces to be moved about the board at their leisure. That's what got Sirius in trouble before. That's what made Harry so angry for such a long time, and heaven knows there's no way I'm going through THAT again.
*checks the stew, then adds salt and pepper and a handful of bay leaves* Let's see if we can get through lunch without Ron moping about all over the place or Harry bolting his food in ten seconds.
*pokes her head round the kitchen door and calls out* Ron! Harry! What kind of sandwiches do you want with your stew?