Broken {Ron Weasley}

4. Teamwork

"Wake up," I heard as someone hovered over where I was sleeping. "Merlin, are you deaf? I said wake up!"

I opened my eyes to a very tired and very aggravated Ron glaring daggers down at me.

"Why?" I groaned. "Why can't I sleep in?"

"Mum said to wake you. We were the last ones sleeping."

"Oh."

"We missed breakfast," he added with a yawn. "Mum also said we're on our own for food."

"Okay," I sighed, sitting up and rubbing my eyes.

"Hurry up," he called behind him as he trudged out the door.

I rolled my eyes and followed down the stairs into the kitchen.

"What do you want?" he asked as he stood facing the cupboards with a blank expression.

"What do you have?"

"Here," he shot, pulling down a box of Chudley Cannon-O's and shoving it in my hands. "We'll have these."

"Okay," I agreed, taking it from him and opening the top. "Where are the bowls?"

"Do I have to do everything?" he snapped.

"How am I supposed to know where the bowls are?" I asked defensively, raising my eyebrows.

"You've been here before, haven't you?" he shot. "The bowls are in the same spot they were twelve years ago."

"You think I remember where you kept the bowls? From when I was six?"

He rolled his eyes aggressively and marched over to a cabinet in the corner where he pulled out two small cereal bowls. "Here," he spat, handing me the bowl.

"Thank you," I replied calmly, taking a bowl from him and pouring cereal for myself.

I took my breakfast and sat at the empty table where Ron followed a few seconds behind me, sitting across from me as he loudly began to slurp his cereal.

The only sound being Ron's obnoxious cereal-eating was too much for me to bear. I had to think of something to talk about with him.

"So," I said, already earning myself a glare from him. "Lavender. What do you think of her?"

"She's hot," he shrugged before taking another bite, not looking up from his bowl.

"Really, you think so?" I asked, getting a little excited for her.

"Yeah..." he trailed off, now eyeing me suspiciously. "Why?"

"You should definitely hang out with her," I advised. "Or something."

"Why are you trying to set me up?" he asked with his eyebrows furrowed. "We aren't friends. I'm not talking to you about that."

With that, he promptly finished his cereal, stood up from the table to put his bowl in the sink, and ran up the stairs, ending the snippet of conversation we'd had.

I sighed and followed his actions, clearing my own plates and standing in front of the sink for a moment, processing what it is exactly that I could do today.

"Morning honey," came my mom's voice as she entered the kitchen, smiling at me brightly. "How'd you sleep?"

"Fine," I shrugged. "Merry Christmas Eve."

"Merry Christmas Eve," she replied. "Anything fun planned for today?"

What on Earth would I have planned to do at the house of my ex-childhood best friend's house?