"Well Ron you aren't as fine as you thought, you sprained you ankle and I'm guessing you don't feel as fine as you said?" I say making sure I don't un-understandably mumble like I often do.

"Yeah it really bloody hurts" He confessed looking down

"Why didn't you say?" I question confused.

"Thought you'd laugh" He mutters.

"Are you kidding I've sprained my ankle and wrist and god knows what else too many times to count and I still think it hurts like hell!" I say not exaggerating a tiny bit.

"I've only sprained my wrist once." He laughed at my klutziness.

"Well lucky you!" I smiled. "Now we should get you inside, the Leaky Cauldron I'm guessing?"

"Yeah! How'd you know?" He asked surprised

"Lucky guess! Plus have you seen what your wearing, not many muggles wear that sort of thing." I joked.

"Is it that bad?" He suddenly looked really embarrassed.

"No but as a half-blood who had family really into the fashion of both muggles and wizards I do know a thing or two." I say reassuringly

"Okay well we should get inside, the rain is soaking me to the bones" He shivered, reminding me of how bloody cold it is out here and how thankful i am that im layered up, with two pairs of pants, an undershirt, t-shirt, and jacket along with some fuzzy socks hidden by my boots. Its a look.

"I'll help you inside just let me grab my stuff"

"Thanks" He said getting up slowly.

I smile grab my pitifully light suitcase with one hand and use my other to support Ron. We slowly made our way inside the dingy pub that seems quite full of life yet at the same time empty, in the middle there are a few tables pushed together for a large red headed family with two kids that don't  quite fit in, they are laughing and interacting the same as everyone else but their hair does set them apart. A kid with messy back hair and one with bushy brown. When the door dings shut behind us the table seem to look at us at once.

"Oh Ron what happened?!?!" The woman who seems to be the mother says rushing to the boy I am half supporting.

"I tripped when I was running over to the pub after Fred and George, Abellone helped me and told me I sprained it." Ron quickly explained to who I'm guessing is his mum.

"Oh thank you so much dear we were getting worried! Fred! George! Come help Abellone with Ron!"

"Its fine I've got him" I say as I take on more of Ron's weight and help him to the table as the twins from earlier -George and Fred-make aborted movements to stand.

"Thank you so much, here I can't just let you go without something, you look awfully cold would you like me to get you a hot drink?" She asked me graciously.

"Are you sure? You don't have to and I don't have anything to pay you back with!" I stutter, this woman who I assume is Ron's mum is crazily welcoming.

"Its no problem dear. Now sit down and I'll get you a hot cuppa tea." She shushed me sitting me in a chair next to Ron and across from one of what might be his brothers or cousins or something. Wow she's really nice, or maybe that's just me cause of how nasty most people are to me who knows but she's ready to buy a complete stranger a hot drink because I helped out her son, and I didn't even do that much.

"So Abellone" One of the twins said from next to the guy across for me.

"How come we've never seen you around" Continued the other.

"Or at school?" The first finished

"I went to Beauxbatons, just got unenrolled." I said simply

"You don't have an accent?" The second said.

"I do, I just don't have a strong one. Also who's who? Cause I know one is Fred and the other is George but I'm not sure which is who," I say letting my accent get a little stronger, I've been working since I was young how to make my accent almost disappear once I started learning English.

"Cool, I'm Fred that's George."

"So your George that's Fred?" I laugh.

"How'd you know!?" George exclaimed

"I'm not stupid that's how,"

"Here's your drink dear," Ron's mum set a steaming cup of tea in front of me.

"Thank you so much you really didn't have to do this!" I smile up at the lovely woman.

"Of course I did," She warmly said smiling at me.

"Hey Ron has anyone fixed up your leg? I'd do it myself but I've still got the trace,"

"Yeah, Charlie did he's pretty go with that kind of thing." He grinned.

"Sorry which one is that?" I shyly ask looking around at the mass of redheads.

"I'm Charlie." The guy, another red head if you didn't already guess, across from me grins.