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chapter sixty-four. (in a world of boys, he's a gentleman )
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ASCELLA FELT RIDDEN WITH terror and the unsteady sensation of bile swimming in her stomach. The sight of Ron, so pale and teetering dangerously close to death made her completely understand the severity of the atmosphere they were enclosed in. At any point in time, someone so near and dear to her heart could be snatched, just like Caelum was, and that frightened Ascella terribly. However, the warmth presence of Harry close to her made everything a tad more okay.
"So, all in all, not one of Ron's better birthdays?" said Fred.
It was evening; the hospital wing was quiet, the windows curtained, the lamps lit. Ron's was the only occupied bed. Ascella, Harry, Hermione, and Ginny were sitting around him; they had spent all day waiting outside the double doors, trying to see inside whenever somebody went in or out. Madam Pomfrey had only let them enter at eight o'clock. Fred and George had arrived at ten past.
"This isn't how we imagined handing over our present," said George grimly, putting down a large wrapped gift on Ron's bedside cabinet and sitting beside Ginny.
"Yeah, when we pictured the scene, he was conscious," said Fred.
"There we were in Hogsmeade, waiting to surprise him —" said George.
"You were in Hogsmeade?" asked Ginny, looking up.
"We were thinking of buying Zonko's," said Fred gloomily. "A Hogsmeade branch, you know, but a fat lot of good it'll do us if you lot aren't allowed out at weekends to buy our stuff anymore. . . . But never mind that now."
He drew up a chair beside Harry and looked at Ron's pale face.
