Stupid Ron

“Are we leaving?” Ginny asked. “I’m so sick of school. I can’t wait to get home! Though mum’ll probably have a billion chores for us to do!”
“Yeah we’re leaving. Ready?”
“I have my suitcase don’t I? Honestly Ron, sometimes I’m surprised you made it to your 6th year!” Ginny snickered and Ron’s face turned scarlet. We trudged out of the common room, through the fat lady portrait, and down to the entrance hall. I’m surprised we all stayed together. There were so many kids going home for the holidays, it seemed most of the school was going. We got outside and onto the train. It seemed that the teachers realized that most of the kids were going, and used enlarging charms on the cars so thankfully Fred, George, Ron, Ginny, Luna, Crystal, Cedric,and I were able to fit in one compartment. Sometime during the ride I fell asleep. We got off the train and Mrs. Weasley engulfed me in a huge hug.
“Hi mum.” She beamed. She had told me to call her mum the day I had met her. She was always so happy when I called her “mum”. We got in the Ford Anglia (it flew back from the Forbidden Forest last year) and drove home to the Burrow. I took my stuff upstairs and flopped down on my bed to take a nap. When I woke up it was time for dinner. The table was filled with three whole turkeys, two bowls of mashed potatoes, two cakes, a huge pot of soup, and four boxes of crackers.
I went to bed and when I woke up in the morning and it was time for breakfast.
George came trudging down the stairs. Soon everybody was seated around the table. Mrs. Weasley must have made ten pounds of pancakes!
“She doesn’t expect us to eat all this, does she?” I whispered.
“Well, Ron’s on his twelfth pancake.” Ginny said. Sure enough Ron was wolfing down pancakes like he had never eaten in his life.
“We’re going to get out the Quidditch stuff today.” George said in between mouthfuls of pancake and sausage.
“George! Don’t talk with your mouth full!”
“Sorry mum.” George replied, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
“George! Use your manners! You may as well have been raised by a babbling, bumbling band of baboons!” Ever since the Yule Ball dancing lessons we have all adopted this saying from McGonagall. At that moment we all picked up our glasses and drank so Mrs. Weasley didn’t notice us all laughing. I finished my third pancake and by now I was completely stuffed. I think if I ate another bite I would explode. It looked like everybody else was done. Except Ron.
“How many so far?” I whispered to Fred.
“Twenty-two. Well he just finished that one so twenty-three.” I just stared at Ron. How could one person eat that much? Ron was reaching for the plate but Mrs. Weasley snatched it away.
“RONALD BILIUS WEASLEY! You have eaten twenty-three pancakes! Ari only had three and a half!”
“But mum! I’m hungry!”
“Why on Earth are you hungry? Last night you had half a turkey, a quarter of the mashed potatoes, three pieces of cake, five bowls of soup, and an entire box of crackers!” Mrs. Weasley roared. Ginny snickered. “You have no room to laugh Ms. I ate three turkey legs, a fifth of the bowl of mashed potatoes, two and a half pieces of cake, two bowls of soup and half a box of crackers!!! You all eat like animals!!!"