This isn’t right, was the mantra repeating over in his head again and again. It acted like static to dull out some of the conversation going on in the room and helped keep his temper in tact. All the congratulations and plans for the future tempting to force his words to spill over. He had to have missed something, yeah? How was it that no one had a problem with his little sister being pregnant… didn’t they realize she was only twenty two and loads too young to be having a kid? She still basically had her whole life ahead of her or whatever, she wasn’t suppose to be getting knocked up already.
This wasn’t right.
Ron grew even more tense (if that was even possible at this point) when he saw Charlie (seemingly his only back-up) quickly get up and disappear because even before Ginny took a seat in the chair across from him, he could feel her coming. Maybe it was being so close while they were growing up that caused this hyper-awareness, he didn’t know but the way his gut twisted shouted that she was coming straight for him and he wished on everything he could think of that she’d be smart enough to just turn around, avoid this confrontation because the way Ron was feeling, and the way their personalities mixed, a train wreck of imminent.
When she spoke, her words all soft and quiet, all it did was add fuel to the fire. He didn’t move, he kept his eyes focused on the board hard. So set that he couldn’t even see her out of his peripherals and he hoped that if he kept up the stature act for long enough that she‘d get the hint and just go away, interact with the people that were oh so happy that she was pregnant but his little sister was both stubborn and persistent so finally and very slowly, he lifted his blue eyes to met her gaze.
“What do you want me to say, Gin?” His voice was low and edged on harsh while he clenched his fist laying on the arm rest again. “What could I say that would matter. What’s done is done, yeah?”