Lunchtime [open]

[ron weasley]

Lunchtime was one of Ron’s favorite times, as most people would have expected. He had been studying in the common room when Seamus bounded down the stairs informing him it was time for lunch. Throwing his book aside, Ron hustled down the stairs in the Irishman’s wake and slid through the doors of the Great Hall. He screeched to a halt near a large plate of treacle tarts and hopped onto a seat, quickly moving to fill his plate.

[george weasley]

George also loved Lunch. Food, in George's expert opinion, was almost as good as pranking.

Almost.

In any case, he was hungry and so sat down next to Ron with a nod of greeting, piling food onto his plate, including stealing tarts from Ron's as though it was also a serving plate.

[fred weasley]

Fred, naturally, took the seat in the place on Ron's other side with a nod mirrored to his twin's, and started piling food onto his own plate, as well as stealing a few bites from Ron's.

"Ronniekins!" he greeted brightly.

[ron weasley]

He was pleasantly engrossed with piling mashed potatoes on his plate when George sat down and it took Ron a moment to notice that he was taking tarts off his plate. Shoving George away, he reached over and tried to retrieve the stolen tarts just as Fred appeared on his other side. As he spoke, Ron turned to reply and noticed that he too had been stealing from his plate. “Oi, get your own!” he said, wrapping his arms around his plate and protectively pulling it closer to him.

[george weasley]

George took another tart, looking over at Fred, "We are getting our own-"

[fred weasley]

"What we're getting just so happens to be coming from your plate!" Fred finished cheerfully, waving a fork at Ron.

[ron weasley]

He rolled his eyes and realized it was hopeless so he relented and went about eating as peacefully as he could. "So what have you two been up to lately? I haven't seen you around." Ron managed between bites.

[george weasley]

"Who, us?" George asked, eyebrows raised, "We're never up to anything."

[fred weasley]

"Nor are we down. Or left or right - we're just around, really," Fred agreed amiably, adding some beans to Ron's plate. "Just here. Eat your greens."

[ron weasley]

Ron raised an eyebrow in return and shook his head. "Yeah, well..." he mumbled through half a mouthful of mashed potatoes. He couldn't help but add a sarcastic "yes, mum" as he shoved at Fred's arm and again protectively pulled his plate closer. Shaking his head again and taking another bite of mashed potatoes, he mumbled under his breath, "I know you two are up to something..."

[george weasley]

"We're not that tall Ronniekins" George pointed out. "Taller than you, but not that tall."

[fred weasley]

"Well, I'm up to you," Fred pointed out to George. "We're about the same height. But you'll never catch us up if you don't eat your veggies, Ronald."

[ron weasley]

Ron heaved a soft sigh and shook his head. "Nevermind." he murmured, taking a bite of the beans that Fred was being so incessant about. Deciding to try and refocus the situation, he swallowed the bite of food and asked, "Well what are you doing after this?"

[hermione granger]

Hermione of course had been in the library and was just now getting to lunch. Walking into the Great Hall she had seen Ron and walked over that direction. "Hey Ron how's it going?" she asked him. "Hey Forge and Gred how's it going?" she asked them with a playful smile.

[george weasley]

George was about to answer Ron when Hermione joined them. Or rather, Hermione's twin. Her strange, joke making twin. Speechless, George looked to Fred. What did one say to that?