InsaneJournal

The flat was still a little bit of a disaster area. Ron's bedroom was, and always would be, a complete tip, and it was beginning to spread into the sitting room. The kitchen still hadn't recovered from the overflowing kettle/exploding toaster/curtain fire fiasco that Ron had called 'making breakfast', and was more or less unusable (he'd been eating all his meals at Harry's.). The whole place, in fact, needed a bit of TLC.

Ron himself was lay sprawled over the sofa, his lanky, six-foot-something frame taking up all the spaces, an electric muggle game in his hands. It was something he and Lily had found while they were kicking around the shops. Basically, there was a chess board on the little screen and you were white, and then... something... inside played as black. It was alright, but it was very predictable and Ron had taken to beating it in less than a dozen moves. Perhaps he should give Remus a text and see if he fancied a real game...

Ron was happily taking out the computer's queen when, weirdly, there was the sound of someone at the door. The redhead froze, before propping himself up on his elbows and peering over the back of the couch to where someone seemed to be turning the doorhandle... and then the door opened. The door opened and someone walked in. A girl, blonde and pretty but definitely not anyone Ron knew. For a moment, the (ex-)wizard stared at her, doing a rather accurate impression of a confused, freckled goldfish, before he managed to voice his current thought.

"Who the bloody hell are you?"