END OF THE EARTH | Ron Weasley

SCENE THREE

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     "I'M AFRAID NOT," THE HUFFLEPUFF MUSED, A FLICKER OF AMUSEMENT IN HER EYE. She was in the company of Peeves when the redhead had popped out of nowhere. What raised her eyebrows, though, was when she witnessed the Gryffindor slap himself and questioned whether it was a dream.

He seemed to enter reality as he looked her in the eye and screamed, catching her off guard.

She screamed back.

"Why are we screaming?!"

"I don't know," Arty cried out, "You initiated it."

They died down before Ron broke the silence, bewilderment written across his face, "You're hanging out with Peeves?"

She crossed her arms, "Problem?"

"N-No," Ron stammered, "It's just unusual to see him chit-chatting with a student instead of causing them trouble."

"I would like to remind you that I'm right here!"

"Well," Arty started, "You're one to talk. Don't you, Harry and Hermione cause trouble every year as well?"

At the mention of Harry, Ron frowned, which didn't go unnoticed.

"What's got his knickers in a twist," Peeves whispered to her, though one would argue that it wasn't a whisper.

     Seeing how Ron seemed to grow upset by the second, she asked Peeves to leave them alone and promised that she'll get back to him later. Once he was gone, the brunette patted the seat beside her; an invitation.

     Ron caught it before he settled in beside her, "How did you and Peeves get along? I thought he would only tolerate Fred and George, and that isn't even guaranteed."

     "Long story."

     He looked around at the deserted hallway, "I have time."

     "Two years ago, I used," Arty squinted her eyes, unsure of how to word it, "My abilities by accident, and I might have blown Peeves away. Being the lovely person that I am, I went to apologize to him. From there, I realized he wasn't as bad as everyone thought him to be."

     Ron scratched his head in confusion, "Abilities?"

     "You don't know," Arty asked him in disbelief.