Ron was rummaging around in the kitchen, pulling out pots and pans to make dinner. The last couple of years had seen him going back to The Burrow to learn how to cook for himself. He had realised very quickly that when Rose and Hugo came to stay with him, that a regular diet of takeaway from the nearby Muggle village wasn’t the greatest of ideas. Particularly if either or both of his children had a chance to become professional Quidditch players.