𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦 𝐺𝑖𝑟𝑙 - 𝐹𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑊𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑦

Chapter Four

Short chapter warning

"Mar! Follow me!" said Fred, in my doorway.

"What is it?" I asked him.

"Come." he said. I followed him upstairs to Ron's room.

"Why are we here? What's Ron got to do with anything?" I asked.

"Wait and see." he said, opening the door to see Ron asleep in bed. "HEY, ICKLE RONNIEKINS! WAKEY WAKEY!" he yelled.

Ron woke up slowly. "What is it this time?" he demanded.

"Come here, little bro." said George. "Come downstairs with us."

Ron followed the twins unsurely as I trailed behind the three of them.

We arrived in the kitchen and Fred handed Ron a leftover chicken drumstick from dinner last night.

Ron took the drumstick and immediately ran outside to the chicken coop, the twins and I running behind him.

Ron tore a large piece of chicken off with his teeth violently. "Look, I'm eating your relatives!" he yelled at the chickens in the coop. He tore off another piece, chewing it loudly, and laughing maniacally at the same time.

Once he had finished the drumstick he calmly headed inside as if nothing had happened and ate his breakfast.

"Bloody hell, Ron, you weirdo!" I said to him, but he just smiled his adorable nine-year old smile.

I walked back upstairs to my room accompanied by Fred and George. "He's concerning." I said, flopping down onto the bean bag.

"He may be concerning but he's also funny!" exclaimed George.

"Yeah, I guess." I sighed. "Still concerning, though."

The three of us broke down into uncontrollable hysterical laughter.

Percy walked past my door, stopped and glared at us laughing, then continued stomping downstairs.