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I've ranted before about disliking Molly Weasley...
Here's another thing: What is her obsession with Ron and maroon? Ron's sweater is always maroon. Ron's pyjamas (britspelling!) are maroon. When she buys dress robes for him, they're maroon (with lace, no less!) I find it hard to believe that she honestly couldn't've found another color for his robes.
Ron hates maroon. I mean, he'd probably complain no matter what, but when he consistently tells everyone that he hates maroon, why does his mother go out of her way to keep getting and making him stuff in that color? At the very least, it's thoughtless, or hopelessly stubborn - she's decided that Ron = maroon, and he can just sit there and fume. At the worst, it's deliberately cruel, emphasising that his feelings on his own damn clothes don't matter.
And those dress robes. Honestly, lace? The woman is a homemaker in the most complimentary sense of the word. She knits several sweaters a year. She cleans. She degnomes. She cooks wonderfully. And you're telling me that with all that, and magic too, she can't even do a minor alteration on a (maroon!) robe for her youngest son, such as removing the lace? This is something basic.
And, to add insult to injury, while Ron is getting his ugly-ass robes, Harry's getting his dark green, respectable robes. "To match your eyes, dear". Sure, it was bought with Harry's money (at least we all assume it was - does she have authorization for his account?), but Ron's the one who has to hear his mom fawning over some kid who's not even part of the family, while he gets snapped at for being upset that his robe is really, really, ugly. And maroon.
Ron, dear, it's not because you're poor. I don't believe you're that poor. Why? Well, because when you get to be a prefect, somehow the money comes through for a broom. Not a good broom, but a broom nonetheless - brooms are expensive, even if they're not, right? And when Percy became prefect, he got an owl. An owl is a significant investment when you add in the cost of owl treats and a cage and occasional health care and all. And when your family won the jackpot, they didn't spend the money on anything remotely practical, like adding more space to the house, or socking some of it away just in case. The only concession they made in that part was buying you a new wand to replace that one that was completely ruined last year. No, they splurged it all on a trip to Egypt. I'm not begruding the trip to Egypt, I'm just wondering how poor they are that they can spend extra money on expensive splurges instead of useful things. Given that they're on one income (and all the kids at school), I can't help but wonder if maybe certain parties in that family prefer poverty, for whatever reason.
So Ron, please, rest assured, it's not because you're poor. It's because your mom favors Harry over you. Sorry, ducky.
Ron hates maroon. I mean, he'd probably complain no matter what, but when he consistently tells everyone that he hates maroon, why does his mother go out of her way to keep getting and making him stuff in that color? At the very least, it's thoughtless, or hopelessly stubborn - she's decided that Ron = maroon, and he can just sit there and fume. At the worst, it's deliberately cruel, emphasising that his feelings on his own damn clothes don't matter.
And those dress robes. Honestly, lace? The woman is a homemaker in the most complimentary sense of the word. She knits several sweaters a year. She cleans. She degnomes. She cooks wonderfully. And you're telling me that with all that, and magic too, she can't even do a minor alteration on a (maroon!) robe for her youngest son, such as removing the lace? This is something basic.
And, to add insult to injury, while Ron is getting his ugly-ass robes, Harry's getting his dark green, respectable robes. "To match your eyes, dear". Sure, it was bought with Harry's money (at least we all assume it was - does she have authorization for his account?), but Ron's the one who has to hear his mom fawning over some kid who's not even part of the family, while he gets snapped at for being upset that his robe is really, really, ugly. And maroon.
Ron, dear, it's not because you're poor. I don't believe you're that poor. Why? Well, because when you get to be a prefect, somehow the money comes through for a broom. Not a good broom, but a broom nonetheless - brooms are expensive, even if they're not, right? And when Percy became prefect, he got an owl. An owl is a significant investment when you add in the cost of owl treats and a cage and occasional health care and all. And when your family won the jackpot, they didn't spend the money on anything remotely practical, like adding more space to the house, or socking some of it away just in case. The only concession they made in that part was buying you a new wand to replace that one that was completely ruined last year. No, they splurged it all on a trip to Egypt. I'm not begruding the trip to Egypt, I'm just wondering how poor they are that they can spend extra money on expensive splurges instead of useful things. Given that they're on one income (and all the kids at school), I can't help but wonder if maybe certain parties in that family prefer poverty, for whatever reason.
So Ron, please, rest assured, it's not because you're poor. It's because your mom favors Harry over you. Sorry, ducky.
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