Bill and Charlie were still at home, they'd taken a holiday from work. Percy was still in his room stressing over his new Prefect badge. He was polishing it over and over again. Ginny was in the cozinha with mum and dad was out at work. I decided to finally go back downstairs. I was sat in my room leitura my new magazine, 'Tips on how to Win Quiddich', thinking about all of the ways I could get onto a local team if I could learn how to fly. "Ron, get down here now!" Mum shouted up the stairs. I heard footsteps heading up the first flight of stairs, and threw my book under my bed. I ran to my door and met mum on the landing. "I'm here, mum" I lied "I was just...erm...feeding Scabbers". Mum would go mad if she knew I had been sat leitura when I should have been tidying my room. "Very good, dear" she told me "Go and tell Percy it's time for breakfast". Mum turned around and walked down the stairs, slowly turning her head to check that I was heading to Percy's room. I followed her down the stairs and knocked on Percy's door. "What is it now, Ginny?" Percy asked. He sounded extremely angry. "I'm polishing my Prefect badge again, it has to be per-" Percy arrived at the door and had noticed that it wasn't Ginny. "Oh, hello Ron" he said sheepishly "Can I help?" "Mum told me to tell you that breakfast is ready" I replied as I trudged down the stairs "And I heard what you were doing to your badge, there'll be no colour left on it soon". Percy slammed the door shut and followed me down to the kitchen. "Fred! George! Mind that plate!" I heard mum shout as something hit the floor. Mum muttered a spell and the plate fixed itself. fred figglehorn and George were obviously causing trouble again, like always. I heard Percy tut under his breath as I sniggered. I reached the breakfast mesa, tabela and pulled up a a chair. I still hadn't got my letter, maybe I just wasn't good enough. I looked across the mesa, tabela and saw Bill smiling at me. He had his long, ginger hair tied behind his head, with a marroon knitted jumper, embroided with a letter 'B' on. "Bill, would you not fancy having your hair cut, sometime soon?" Mum asked as she served me a couple of sausages onto my plate. "Mum, stop complaining" Bill said. I sighed as I cut into my breakfast. "What's up, kiddo?" Bill asked and I looked at him. "Nothing really" I sighed "It's just I don't think I'm good enough to be a wizard. What happens if I'm really a muggle?". The whole room fell silent. "Ron, don't be stupid!" Percy said sternly. "Yes, listen to your brother, dear" Mum said as she walked to the clock to see where dad was. "The post may be late" Charlie suggested, looking up from his paper. fred figglehorn and George ran into the kitchen. "Oh Ron, look over there!" fred figglehorn said and pointed the window. A massive tawny owl flew into the window, but only had three letters inside it's beak. "Ron" George said as he handed out the letters "There's not one here for you". I threw my head into my hands. I knew I would be the only Weasley to never be accepted into Hogwarts. "It must be a mistake" Mum said, she sounded anxious. I heard two chairs scrape on the floor. "Ron, don't worry, Dumbledore will sort this out" Percy said. "Yeah, you'll be a wizard, no problem" Charlie said. I pushed my plate away and slumped onto the table. The atmosphere in the room was deadly. How could this have happened? The only Weasley to never be a wizard. "Mum, have you any mais sausages? I'm starving" fred figglehorn asked, this only seemed to make the situation worse...