pretty girl diggory- R.Weasley

5:6

On the very last day of the holidays, Celeste was Cleaning up her cats' droppings from the litterbox when Hermione entered their bedroom carrying a couple of envelopes.

"Booklists have arrived," she said, handing one of the envelopes to Celeste. "About time, I thought they'd forgotten, they usually come much earlier than this. ..."

Celeste washed her hands and opened her letter: It contained two pieces of parchment, one the usual reminder that term started on the first of September, the other telling her which books she would need for the coming year.

"Only two new ones," she said, reading the list. "The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5, by Miranda Goshawk and Defensive Magical Theory, by Wilbert Slinkhard."

"Oh, that's great -- OH MY GOSH!" Hermione shrieked, staring at something in her hand. "I got Prefect! Did you? Oh, that'll be so much fun! I bet Harry got one too --"

"I didn't get one," Celeste said. "I'm not a prefect."

"Oh," Hermione said. "well that's still okay!"

"Yeah," Celeste said, rubbing the back of her neck. "let's go down to Harry's room. I think Ron has given him his letter."

Hermione was skipping two stairs at a time still clutching her envelope.

"Did you — did you get — ?"

Celeste sighed and sat down next to Ron.

"It's your badge, isn't it?" she whispered to Ron. "Your jaw is still on the ground."

"I knew it!" Hermione was saying excitedly, brandishing her letter. "Me too, Harry, me too!"

"No," Harry said quickly, pushing the badge back into Ron's hand. "It's Ron, not me."

"It — what?"

"Ron's prefect, not me," Harry said.

"Ron?" Hermione said, her jaw-dropping. "But ... are you sure? I mean —"

She turned red as Ron looked around at her with a defiant expression on his face.

"It's my name on the letter," he said.

"I ..." Hermione said, looking thoroughly bewildered. "I ... well ... wow! Well done, Ron! That's really —"

"Unexpected," George said, nodding.

"No," Hermione said, blushing harder than ever, "no, it's not ... Ron's done loads of ... he's really ..."

The door behind her opened a little wider and Mrs. Weasley backed into the room carrying a pile of freshly laundered robes.

"Ginny said the booklists had come at last," she said, glancing around at all the envelopes as she made her way over to the bed and started sorting the robes into two piles. "If you give them to me I'll take them over to Diagon Alley this afternoon and get your books while you're packing. Ron, I'll have to get you more pajamas, these are at least six inches too short, I can't believe how fast you're growing ... what color would you like?"

"Get him red and gold to match his badge," George said, smirking.

"Match his what?" Mrs. Weasley said absently, rolling up a pair of maroon socks and placing them on Ron's pile.

"His badge," Fred said, with the air of getting the worst over quickly. "His lovely shiny new prefect's badge."

Fred's words took a moment to penetrate Mrs. Weasley's preoccupation about pajamas.