Ron felt utterly alone. Home felt empty now; it was just his mum and Percy there now. Dad's run off with a muggle tart my age, Ginny is off being a Quidditch Star, Charlie is still studying Dragons in Romania, and George has his joke shop. Ron couldn't believe that his brother actually fired him from the joke shop, either. So I'm not as creative as Fred was, but I could man the register. Instead, George kept on the attractive witch behind the counter, mentioned something about always arriving promptly on time and having the proper attitude. Ron knew how to smile and play nice to the customers, his brother just had it in for him. Besides, Ron always meant to join the Auror ranks. He just needed some time first.