#uncle ron

[lahainalaura]

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The Classic

[the-weirdest-phoenix]

Drinny’s son: Uncle Ron, how did my parents met?

Ron: Well...

*flashback*

Draco: Filthy blood traitor!

Ginny: Death Eater scum!

*flashback ends*

Ron: ... they had a school project one day together.

Drinny’s son: Wow...lame.

[lahainalaura]

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[shadie-dealing]

This was from just after I moved into Aunt Parl's house:

She gave me half the attic. It sounds like a LOT more than it is. Cousin Lilly has the other half, and you can't even stand up straight in here. I've got a foam mattress on the floor, and a night stand. Lily out up a blanket curtain.... She's mad. This was her "OWN ROOM", and my being here had screwed that up for her.

Cousin Birch (don't call him bitch, he's twice my size), had to share with Rowan. Birch is 15, Rowan's only 8. Lily used to have to share the other kid's room with her sisters, Rose and Daisy...

God my family sucks at names!!!!!

What even IS Jessamy... You saying Jasmine and got a stutter? Whatever. Everyone calls me Shade anyway, cuz of my skin and my name. Kinda funny, that being Momma's last name, but only half'a mine. She never did explain all that, and Aunt Pearl clams up like a professional spy if you being it up.

I don't think anyone but Momma could make her say... Or.. geezuss... maybe Momma told her never to tell. That gives me goose bumps in bad ways. Momma was good to me, but it's scary to think about what she could have done. The world doesn't know how lucky it is she's a good guy...

Pearl and Ron are fighting. I haven't been here very long, but I think this might be kinda... Geeze. Note to self: WEAR SHOES. Otherwise gonna be picking glass outta ma feet later. Anyway. I think they fight a lot. That's sad. The cousins are all grumpy and scared all the time... Why would Momma bring me here?!?!

I gotta sleep. I start at the cousins' school tomorrow. I'm scared to go. The cousins aren't nice. I know it's cuz they're unhappy, but they don't have to be mean to me. I'm scared the other kids are gonna be mean. I got my gloves, long sleeved shirt, hoody, jeans, boots, I even got a face mask, like I'm worried about gems or something. With my hair and hood maybe kids won't notice so much. The wings and tail I can kinda keep low key, but it's hard. Not comfortable. Ugh.

Like, I'm still grateful for Mom not letting them chop me up... But I also kind of wish I didn't have them sometimes.

[ethernick]

[pollyna]

Slider is in town for the weekend and Ron offered okay? He isn't trying to get away from his kid or anything else. But fuck Ice was deployed for nine months and he could scream if he isn't going to have more than ten minutes alone with him. So, Ron is in town and when Bradley sees him ha begs him for a sleepover and Pete can't, in good conscience, say no. He solves all his problems so nicely, he can get [REDACTED] and [REDACTED] Ice on the materass and Bradley can have two whole days with his uncle! He even says so in front of them and if Ron's face is an indication he got what Mav means even too well. But honestly? He could care less.

But oh man, how wrong he was. It's Wednesday afternoon, the sun isn't so unbearable yet and Mav is still pleasantly relaxed from his weekend and Ice is walking a couple of steps in front of him, his hand in Bradley's who's talking seven miles a minute about everything he did during his math class at least until someone stops them, a coworker?, and say hey Ice, long time no see! and Bradley looks at the woman and It's Mr. Iceman to you with such a serious face nobody can thing about something to say.

It doesn't stop there because everytime someone who isn't there family approaches Ice he repeats the same thing. He even does that to Jester and Mav swears he never had to bite his cheek so hard to not laugh. It's funny and it makes Ice a little pink on his cheeks and Bradley seems so proud of defending is dad's honor so, okay, maybe he should have a word or two about the thing Slider teaches baby goose but no harm done, right? Right.