RP: Happy Birthday Ron

[pb_npc2]

Characters: Molly Weasley (NPC), Ron Weasley, Charlie Weasley, George Weasley, Percy Weasley, Ginny Weasley, Bill Weasley, Fleur Weasley, Harry Potter...tag as you enter
Location: The Burrow
Date: March 1, 2000
Status/Warning: Semi-Private/None
Summary: Celebrating Ron's birth
Completion: In Progress

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[pb_cho]

No reason to dally. No reason at all.

And so --

Cho got ready more quickly than usual, if only to combat the lingering sense of why-are-you-doing-this. Not only to herself, really, but to the Weasleys as a whole. Ron had been so kind to her lately, but she couldn't help feeling that she was imposing somehow.

Still, Percy or no, she would be attending, if only to return his thoughtfulness at the hospital. The gift -- a heavily knit scarf, vaguely Cannons-esque -- wasn't as personal as it could be, but the smile on her face was. Hopefully a certain someone would be following after her in the floo, but ... There had to be proof of her bravery, and an individual entrance was ten times that.

"Hello...?"

[pb_npc2]

Molly turned toward the sound of someone else coming and smiled. "Hello, Cho. How are you? Percy right behind you?"

[pb_cho]

Cho beamed at the greeting; somehow it made her less nervous, to have Mrs. Weasley be the first to respond.

"Mrs. Weasley! Good afternoon. I'm well, thank you!" She shrugged good-naturedly. "And... I hope so. You know Percy -- always business to attend to. Where's Ron?"

The present was jostled slightly under her arm, and a shy grin accompanied it. "Is there somewhere I should put this...?"

[pb_npc2]

She chuckled and nodded. "Hopefully he will arrive shortly and I won't have to send him a howler for missing his brother's birthday."

Molly offered to take the gift. "They are out flying. We have some extra brooms if you would like to join them."

[pb_ron]

Ron was up on his broom, and he felt great. He moved it to hover as he watched more people come out of the house. He waved to them, "Come on up! The air is just great," he said, grinning as he swooped down lower, waving, "Are we going to play Quidditch or what?" he added with a laugh.

[pb_cho]

Cho was fairly certain it was now or never.

What she wasn't certain of, however, was if anyone would think to stop her. It wasn't as if she were completely at strength again, even if she did a convincing act -- but nevermind. She'd never had second thoughts about flying before, after all, and it wasn't time to start.

"Yes! Yes, we are!" Was the reply, perhaps slightly too enthused; after scanning the spare brooms, Cho prepared for takeoff.

And yes -- yes, maybe she left a moment or so for Percy to step in, if he dared -- but as soon as she was in position, a hundred things came flooding back to her, and it was almost instantaneous.

The seeker returned, darting into the air, and in spite of herself Cho let out a breathless yell.

[pb_charlie]

Charlie pulled out the Quidditch gear in case they decided to play or even just toss a Quaffle around. It wasn't the same without Fred to play too, but then a lot of things were different without both twins about.

He tugged on his gloves and headed up with the others. He wanted a word with his dad but it could wait for later on. Right now it was time to fly.

[pb_george]

Late as usual, George arrived at the Burrow. His entrance was quiet, letting himself into the family home and plopping down at the kitchen table. There were a few seconds where it almost felt natural. The house was warm like he remembered and the sounds of family and laughter from the garden were certainly nostalgic. Still, coming home always reminded him of Fred.

George had yet to tell anyone about Fred's portrait. It was selfish but that wasn't out of the ordinary for him. They'd all find out in due time anyway.

Putting his head down on the table, George stared at the grains in the wood and enjoyed simply being.

[pb_npc2]

Molly was putting presents in the living room. Once she added a few more to the pile she returned to the kitchen and found George sitting at the table. "George love. So glad you are here." she said as she crossed over to him to pull him into a hug.

[pb_george]

George sat up, letting his mother tug him against her. He didn't bother hugging back, too lazy, just laid his head against her shoulder from his seat and cozily allowed the hug. 'Sorry I'm late. How's things? And yourself?'

[pb_npc2]

"It's fine." she said. "You know how I love it when you all come home. How are you? Things well at the shoppe?"

[pb_bill]

Bill stumbled in, carrying a box with a large, somewhat crushed bow. He'd tripped coming out of the Floo behind Fleur and caught himself with the box. He hoped Ron wouldn't mind too much that it was slightly smushed.

[pb_npc2]

Molly was still greeting Megan and Fleur that she missed Bill trip. "You would think my now you'd be able to Floo home and not trip." she said before crossing and giving her oldest and hug. "Hello Bill."