Ronald liked using Muggle things, so he moved to select a knife. He held the onion, and began to cut it carefully, almost agonizingly slow, as if he was afraid he would mess it up. He could smell the strong oder, and in a minute, his eyes were tearing up and he was sniffling. He knew onions scent was strong, but didn't know how to avoid this reaction.
He carefully watched as he cut, so as not to cut his fingers. When he finished one onion , he had a smallish mound of pieces of varying size of onion. He wiped at his eyes with the back of his hand and looked over at Luna.
"I honestly don't know how Mum got through this without crying but I never remember seeing her having this problem.