“Hermione, do we really have to stay here
?” Ron asked.
“And what is wrong with my house, Ronald?” Hermione snapped defensively as she shut he door.
“Nothing…it’s just a-a Muggle house…” Ron stammered, shuffling his feet on the floor and not looking up at Hermione.
“Oh, Ron, it’s just like your house except there’s a TV! Just relax and make yourself at home, we’ll only be here for the week.”
“But why couldn’t your parents come visit at our house?”
“Because…well they aren’t very comfortable with the whole idea of magic. Besides, we haven’t seen them in ages and-- Oh no…” Hermione was suddenly interrupted by a small golden coin burning in her pocket. “I’m going to have to go to work, there’s an emergency. Just make yourself at home, and don’t use any magic if you go outside! My parents will be home in a few hours! Bye!” Hermione quickly gave him a kiss and ran out the door.
“Murder me…” Ron muttered, looking around the small Muggle flat. Everything but the couch looked alien to him. There were these strange things that were shaped like a vase with a triangular thing around them. Ron curiously walked over to one, pulling on an odd string that stuck out of the triangular part.
“Bloody hell!” Ron shouted, stumbling backwards and pulling his wand on the lamp as it turned on.
He cautiously took a seat on the couch.
“These Muggles are all loony…with vases that light up and the felleyfone! The tosh pots…things work so much better with magic…I don’t see what Hermione could possibly like about this life!” Ron muttered in an irritated tone, looking at a black box with a screen in front of him.
Ron carefully got up and walked over to the television, tapping the top of it.
“This must be the fellyfission…but the blasted thing wont work…how Muggles get any entertainment out of this black box is beyond me! The bunch of nutters!”
Ron looked around him, drawing his wand, he had no idea what that noise was. He cautiously walked over to the door, the source of the foreign noise. Ron slowly opened the door…
“’Ello Sir, would you be interested in buying some--” one girl started.
“Mum! He’s going to beat us with a stick!” the second girl screamed, seeing Ron’s wand pointed at them.
Ron looked around outside, a perplexed expression on his face. He had no idea what the girl was on about.
“What?” Ron questioned.
“We just wanted to know if you would like some cookies, Sir?” the third little girl answered in a shaky voice, holding up a box.
“Erm…thanks,” Ron said taking the box and quickly shutting the door, afraid that someone might be watching.
“Hey!” the three little girls called, though Ron didn’t respond to the banging on the door.
“Maybe being a Muggle for a week wont be so bad,” Ron said to himself, shoving a cookie into his mouth and lounging on the couch.