Ron sat down on the chair he sat on earlier. His hand was resting on a towel, which Hermione carried for him. He took a deep breathe because of the sudden hubbub occurred. Not merely he was the injured party he was the root too. How stupid I am, he decided.
He looked at the scalded pan filled with black - - instead of red - - pasta. He heaved a long weary sigh. “What should I do?” he asked himself. While looking at his hand, he heard Elizabeth asking him about the food. He nodded, agree that she could take over and finish the work.
He added, “But I’ll stay here and watch.” He looked sturdy and serious on what he said. “I-I’ll watch.”
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