Determined with his cooking, Ron was distracted when he heard footsteps behind him. He said instantly, “I’m not going.” He turned and found the owner of the noise was Elizabeth. He smiled and asked what she wants.
“Why'd Harry go by himself to pick up Ginny?”
He was busy cutting some garlic on the chop board that he answered Elizabeth’s question with a small faint shrug. He added, “I don’t know. He said you two… urm…“ -- he put the chopped garlic in the pan -- “spending a lot of time preparing…” He lowered the heat temperature of the stove; then went back to the working table, chopping some mushrooms. “I didn’t go with him because, as you see, I’m busy making dinner.”
He heard another set of footsteps. He knew it was Hermione’s. He heard her asking him a question. He answered it hastily, “I'm making Conchiglie and Capellini.”
He walked towards Hermione, leaving his work, and gave her a somber expression. He gazed at their faces, telling them, “Advice? Hermione better help Harry at King’s Cross. He might need help.” He grinned and strolled away, humming. “Um… Elizabeth? Can you help me?”
He didn’t want Ginny to meet Elizabeth. Not now. Ginny might do a imprudent things. Who knows? He stretched his hands and went back to his labor.
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