Personal: Breakfast
Title: Breakfast
Date: July 31, 1998
Time of Day: 9:00am
Characters: Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Molly Weasley (mentions of Hermione, George, and Arthur)
Location: The Burrow
Status: Personal
Brief Summary: Harry's birthday breakfast.
Completion: Complete
Warnings: None
Ron yawned as his mum set a cup of tea down in front of him and he swatted at Ginny's hand when she tried to steal another grape off his plate.
"Ginevra," Ron muttered under his breath. "If you steal one more grape from me I'm going tickle you until you cry for mercy."
"I'd like to see you try, Ron," Ginny smirked and winked at Harry.
The gesture was not lost on Ron and he fought off his urge to play protective older brother. Hermione had warned him about his tendency to be too overprotective of Ginny and Ron didn't want anything to ruin Harry's birthday.
"Harry," Ron grabbed a sausage from his plate and took a bite. He sighed happily and continued, "did it feel odd not celebrating your birthday with the Muggles?"
"Celebrating is a rather broad term for birthdays with the Dursley's," Harry replied. "I don't think I had a birthday party before coming and spending the summers with you, Ron."
Ron swallowed hard and wondered what to say to that and opted to say nothing. He watched his mum casting spells on the pots and pans in the sink before stealing another piece of sausage off the plate in the middle of the table. His Mum whirled around a wet spatula in her hand and she glared at Ron.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley," she said firmly all the while shaking the spatula at him. "You leave some sausage there for your father. He's had a long night at the Ministry and he'll be famished when he gets home."
Ron's eyes fell on the clock that his mum still carried everywhere, it was as if she wasn't sure it was all over, or perhaps she was hoping Fred's hand would gradually fade away from mortal peril and back to home. Ron preferred to think of Fred as traveling and he wondered when he would be able to think of Fred without a sharp pain in his stomach.
"Harry, dear," his mum said softly. "We're planning on having just a few people over for a small celebration of your birthday tonight."
"Mrs. Weasley, you didn't have to-"
"Mum likes having parties, right Mum?" Ron interjected quickly and stood to wrap his arm around his Mum's shoulder. "It gives her a chance to show off her brilliant cooking."
Ron kissed his mum's cheek and she flushed with pleasure before swatting him with a dish towel, "What do you boys have planned today?"
"I'm going to degnome the garden," Ron pointed at several gnomes tossing apples in the back garden. "Then, Harry, if you're up to it how about we toss the Quaffle about."
Ron gave Ginny a pointed look and she wrinkled her nose at him, "I hope you're not counting on me to shoot at the goal today, Ron. I'm helping Mum prepare and Hermione's arriving later isn't she?"
Ron nodded and felt his face heat. His family of course heard all about the kiss he and Hermione shared during the final battle and if nothing else good came of it-George actually cracked a small joke about timing.
"Mum, if dad isn't too tired would you ask him to come out in the garden for a bit, "Ron said as he snagged a biscuit off the counter."I'd like to talk to him."
His mum gave a quick nod and he waved at Harry and Ginny.
"I'll be in the garden if you need me," Ron smiled and headed out the back door.
He wasn't lying when he said he wanted to talk to his dad. He wanted to know what the Ministry was doing. It was bloody hard to make a career choice when the entire Ministry was focusing on the Death Eater trials.
He glanced down at the watch his parents gave him for his birthday and checked the time.
Hermione would be here this evening and he was going to go flying with his best mate. All and all not too shabby of a day.
The sun was shining and as he stood looking out into the back garden he suddenly wished Fred was there.
Date: July 31, 1998
Time of Day: 9:00am
Characters: Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley, Molly Weasley (mentions of Hermione, George, and Arthur)
Location: The Burrow
Status: Personal
Brief Summary: Harry's birthday breakfast.
Completion: Complete
Warnings: None
Ron yawned as his mum set a cup of tea down in front of him and he swatted at Ginny's hand when she tried to steal another grape off his plate.
"Ginevra," Ron muttered under his breath. "If you steal one more grape from me I'm going tickle you until you cry for mercy."
"I'd like to see you try, Ron," Ginny smirked and winked at Harry.
The gesture was not lost on Ron and he fought off his urge to play protective older brother. Hermione had warned him about his tendency to be too overprotective of Ginny and Ron didn't want anything to ruin Harry's birthday.
"Harry," Ron grabbed a sausage from his plate and took a bite. He sighed happily and continued, "did it feel odd not celebrating your birthday with the Muggles?"
"Celebrating is a rather broad term for birthdays with the Dursley's," Harry replied. "I don't think I had a birthday party before coming and spending the summers with you, Ron."
Ron swallowed hard and wondered what to say to that and opted to say nothing. He watched his mum casting spells on the pots and pans in the sink before stealing another piece of sausage off the plate in the middle of the table. His Mum whirled around a wet spatula in her hand and she glared at Ron.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley," she said firmly all the while shaking the spatula at him. "You leave some sausage there for your father. He's had a long night at the Ministry and he'll be famished when he gets home."
Ron's eyes fell on the clock that his mum still carried everywhere, it was as if she wasn't sure it was all over, or perhaps she was hoping Fred's hand would gradually fade away from mortal peril and back to home. Ron preferred to think of Fred as traveling and he wondered when he would be able to think of Fred without a sharp pain in his stomach.
"Harry, dear," his mum said softly. "We're planning on having just a few people over for a small celebration of your birthday tonight."
"Mrs. Weasley, you didn't have to-"
"Mum likes having parties, right Mum?" Ron interjected quickly and stood to wrap his arm around his Mum's shoulder. "It gives her a chance to show off her brilliant cooking."
Ron kissed his mum's cheek and she flushed with pleasure before swatting him with a dish towel, "What do you boys have planned today?"
"I'm going to degnome the garden," Ron pointed at several gnomes tossing apples in the back garden. "Then, Harry, if you're up to it how about we toss the Quaffle about."
Ron gave Ginny a pointed look and she wrinkled her nose at him, "I hope you're not counting on me to shoot at the goal today, Ron. I'm helping Mum prepare and Hermione's arriving later isn't she?"
Ron nodded and felt his face heat. His family of course heard all about the kiss he and Hermione shared during the final battle and if nothing else good came of it-George actually cracked a small joke about timing.
"Mum, if dad isn't too tired would you ask him to come out in the garden for a bit, "Ron said as he snagged a biscuit off the counter."I'd like to talk to him."
His mum gave a quick nod and he waved at Harry and Ginny.
"I'll be in the garden if you need me," Ron smiled and headed out the back door.
He wasn't lying when he said he wanted to talk to his dad. He wanted to know what the Ministry was doing. It was bloody hard to make a career choice when the entire Ministry was focusing on the Death Eater trials.
He glanced down at the watch his parents gave him for his birthday and checked the time.
Hermione would be here this evening and he was going to go flying with his best mate. All and all not too shabby of a day.
The sun was shining and as he stood looking out into the back garden he suddenly wished Fred was there.