alt_ron | I Solemnly Swear That I Am Up To No Good

alt_ron

I don't even want to talk about it.

Seriously.

ugh

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alt_pansy

Fair enough, tuna brain.

Want to go for a walk later?

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alt_ron

Yeah.

How about during lunch.

From:

alt_pansy

I'll see you in a few.

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alt_neville

Well, I'm glad you're not in detention for trying to thump on Seamus. So that's something.

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alt_neville

And, um. You're clean.

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alt_ron

Nice.

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alt_sally_anne

The story that I heard at breakfast is probably better than the reality, anyway.

I'm sure your sister MEANT well.

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alt_gredforge

No, it wasn't. Trust us, reality exceeded our wildest imagination.

And given our imagination, that's saying a lot!

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alt_ron

Oh, ha. ha.

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alt_lee

Ron. That tape measure looked downright amorous, mate.

(Next time don't yell, and then maybe people won't come running.)

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alt_gredforge

Well, at least there's something that wants to wrap itself lovingly around our ickle Ronnikins.

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alt_sally_anne

Do you two EVER stop?

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alt_gredforge

Why should we, with our own precious Ronnikinns there to provide us with such an endless supply of merriment?

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alt_terry

This is downright puzzling to read. What happened, exactly?

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alt_lee

Well, guess Ron didn't much care for the dress robes his mum sent him for the Yule Ball.

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alt_gredforge

Can't blame, him, to tell the truth. We love her, but it was sort of a lapse of taste on our dear old Mum's part.

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alt_lee

Yeah. So from what I hear, his sister Ginny gave him a tape measure to take his measurements while he was in the bath.

And it got sort of...overexcited. He came flying out of the tub area covered in soap suds, yelling, with the tape flying after him, trying to measure all the pertinent bits.

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alt_terry

I just had to stuff my journal under my pallet, quick, and shove my face into my pillow, because I was laughing so hard.

Sorry, Ron. But thanks for the laugh.

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alt_ron

Yeah. Glad I could help.

No, really.

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alt_sally_anne

According to the gossip at the Slytherin breakfast table, someone transfigured a snake into a tape measure and sent it after Ron as a prank while he was in the bath and he came out screaming and stark naked because the thing was trying to crawl -- um.

Then I heard from Lavender Brown it wasn't actually a transfigured snake, just a tailor's tape measure, and Ginevra gave it to him but didn't warn him about ALL the measurements it might try to get. Lav thought Ginevra might have done it on purpose to be cruel, I think she just didn't think about it.

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alt_ron

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alt_sally_anne

And, right, this is all because we're ALL supposed to have dress robes for the Yule Ball in December. Mrs Weasley sent Ron some she found used and they're horrid, really horrid (I only caught a glimpse of them but the descriptions I've heard involved lavender lace and also they were the sort of thing that might have been fashionable in 1938? I'm not even sure.)

Ron, you know you could also go talk to Professor Sinistra if you don't want robes from your sister, she doesn't JUST mean half-bloods with stingy foster families can come for help with a decent set of dress robes.

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alt_ron

Yeah.

I don't know.

I mean, everyone's just going mad over this whole Ball thing. I don't see the point, really.

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alt_sally_anne

It's an excuse to go off and spend time with a girl you like (if you're a boy) or a boy you like (if you're a girl).

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alt_ron

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alt_sally_anne

WHY am I not surprised that you are TOTALLY BAFFLED by this idea, Ron Weasley?

It's just lucky for the school not every boy is as late a bloomer as some.

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alt_ron

Wot?

Don't tell me you want to go?

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alt_sally_anne

Of course I'm going!

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alt_ron

Well, that's optimistic.

How do you know-

You didn't ask someone did you?

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alt_sally_anne

Oh...!

NO, I didn't ask ANYONE.

I GOT ASKED.

And I said yes.

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alt_ron

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From:

alt_ron

Oi!

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alt_sally_anne

So it really was a tape measure? I sort of wondered after I heard the story if it was actually some sort of cursed object?

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alt_ron

Well. With Gin, I guess it could've been.

I think she's always fancied my room, so she might be trying to kill me.

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alt_sally_anne

DEATH BY CURSED TAPE MEASURE.

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alt_terry

Somebody should sic it on the git's sister. Maybe it'll strangle her.

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alt_sally_anne

We'd want to curse it properly first. I am confident that a tailor's tape measure would not ACTUALLY throttle a customer even if it might humiliate him utterly in front of his dorm mates.

Fred and George, you ever made a cursed object?