Date: 27 August 1999 Characters: Ron and Arthur Weasley Location: Leaky Cauldron Status: Private Summary: Ron tells Arthur about his upcoming move. Completion: InComplete
Arthur was surprised to receive a memo from Ron inviting him to lunch, and hoped nothing was wrong.
Of course, after the events of that horrible winter when all three of the kids were out on their own and too many in the family and elsewhere were subject to imprisonment for ridiculous reasons, nothing was likely to be as wrong as all that. The worst case Arthur could think of was a change of career track, or girl troubles--something like that. So he replied that he'd be there, then didn't worry until it was time.
He got hung up on a small matter on the way out of the office, and was five minutes late leaving, but when he arrived, he saw Ron right away, and crossed to his table. "Hello, son." He pulled out a chair and sat down. "Have you been waiting long?"
Ron sat in the Leaky by himself for a few minutes, gathering his thoughts. His dad was late, which wasn't unusual; as a kid Ron had got used to his father coming home late from work, or having to leave at odd hours to deal with some Muggle artifact or another. He wasn't surprised by his father entering the Leaky late; he was more surprised that he'd had to wait only a few minutes.
"Hey, Dad," said Ron, nodding as his father took a seat. "No, just a few minutes. How're you doing? How's Mum?" He'd been home only two weeks ago, for Ginny's birthday, and his parents had been fine, but maybe things had changed since then.
"We're well," Arthur said. "Nothing much is new, though I think your Mum has been frustrated by how little she sees you. All of you, that is, not you individually."
He looked at Ron carefully. He seemed a bit worried about something, but not in a way that seemed hugely urgent, so that was good--and expected. "I was surprised to get your invitation," he started, though he was immediately interrupted by the waiter showing up to take their order.
"Good," Ron said. "Yeah, well...right." At least he wasn't the only one who wasn't going to the Burrow much. He wondered how often George went, and whether Percy and Ginny wanted to get away as much as Charlie did.
"My invitation," he repeated. "I reckon it did seem sort of out of the blue. To be honest, I've got a bit of news, and I thought it would be better if I told you, and then, um, maybe you could tell Mum for me."
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Of course, after the events of that horrible winter when all three of the kids were out on their own and too many in the family and elsewhere were subject to imprisonment for ridiculous reasons, nothing was likely to be as wrong as all that. The worst case Arthur could think of was a change of career track, or girl troubles--something like that. So he replied that he'd be there, then didn't worry until it was time.
He got hung up on a small matter on the way out of the office, and was five minutes late leaving, but when he arrived, he saw Ron right away, and crossed to his table. "Hello, son." He pulled out a chair and sat down. "Have you been waiting long?"
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"Hey, Dad," said Ron, nodding as his father took a seat. "No, just a few minutes. How're you doing? How's Mum?" He'd been home only two weeks ago, for Ginny's birthday, and his parents had been fine, but maybe things had changed since then.
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He looked at Ron carefully. He seemed a bit worried about something, but not in a way that seemed hugely urgent, so that was good--and expected. "I was surprised to get your invitation," he started, though he was immediately interrupted by the waiter showing up to take their order.
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"My invitation," he repeated. "I reckon it did seem sort of out of the blue. To be honest, I've got a bit of news, and I thought it would be better if I told you, and then, um, maybe you could tell Mum for me."
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