Dinner for Hermione
Who: Ron and Hermione When: Friday evening, 7:30 ish What: Dinner for Hermione Where: Whitefriar Apartment Rating: Pg
After checking that the place was deserted, he moved in his groceries to the kitchen and put the items in the fridge. Whistling a new rock band song, he moved to his room, and stopped for a moment. He turned back to survey the living room and common areas they shared. They were a disaster.
As much as they all tried to pitch in, the place seemed to get messy over night. There were clothes, clean and dirty in two separate piles. A load of paper work littered the coffee table. Empty drink bottles, glasses and mugs seemed to be everywhere. Dust was thick across the top of the teli. Ron moved back to his room, stripped, and changed into an old t-shirt and shorts and set to work. He wanted her relaxed and happy when she came home. This mess would tax any pleasant mood he might try to create with her. He moved the dirty clothes to the laundry area, ready for washing and decided the clean ones were Harry's and put them on his bed in a small bundle. If he had time, he thought he'd go back and try to fold them, but as he moved through the place, he seriously doubted how much time he had. The wand help wonders as he set things flying into the rubbish bin and the sink. He checked the papers, and noted they were duplicate copies of reports he had made out, so he stacked them neatly and put them in his room. After it was all straightened, he plugged in the hoover thing Hermione made them use and pushed it about. He could tell it worked by the noise it made as it sucked up many bits of things.
With the room tidier and cleaner, Ron went into the kitchen and starting cleaning it up. He decided he'd get everything ready, ingredients and such, and put it in bowls. Then he could go clean himself up, and come back and start things cooking. She had her interview today with the volunteer job, and he thought she wouldn't be home until late. If he had time, he reasoned as he chopped things, used his wand to have the dishes going, and used a spell to get the floor swept, he could maybe start the wash. In no time, he had all of the ingredients laid out for chicken cashew curry. The pot was ready for the rice, but he'd wait until he was back in the kitchen to start that. He moved back to his room, picking up more things as he went and when he opened his door, he sighed. He lost track of time, as he put things away, put more clothes into the washing area, and generally cleaned. He looked at the clock with a start, and dashed to go clean himself up.
Hair wet, wearing a clean t-shirt and jeans, he moved out ot the bathroom area (that he had realized was also gross so he had cleaned that up as well) and went into the kitchen to start cooking the only main dish he knew.