Harry Potter: Who cares about belated motherly love?

After breakfast, we sat in the living room with Patsy, Fred, and George, anxiously awaiting the time.

By the way, as new going-out clothes, I had ordered for my brothers dark green plaid suits similar to the one Bill had worn, and since Bill had bought the new fabric, I felt confident that it was almost tailor-made.

Although Madame Clarke taught me a lot of etiquette, I was not born aristocrat after all. My past life was almost completely like that of ordinary people (and the living standard was very low), so I was very worried about how I would look in the eyes of the nobles. It was not just me, Percy, Fred and George seemed to be the same, and they all seemed more anxious than usual.

Bill, who had already met his uncles from the main family and the heads of the branch families, was observing us with interest.

"Bill, Bill, is this outfit weird? Is your hair messy???"

I wore a short-sleeved plaid dress that was dark green with red stripes, a white shirt with clover embroidery, white lace socks, and black strappy shoes without heels. My hair was curled with a curling iron, part of it was braided, and I wore it in two ponytails with a bow made of the same fabric as the dress tied in my hair (I guess the ponytails will stay in shape for another year, so I tried it today).

Of course, I made the dress and shirt myself (as well as the bow). I think it's pretty good, but only for ordinary people. I'm not sure how it would be regarded in front of nobles.

Seeing how anxious I was, Bill smiled and suddenly picked me up (Bill, who looked thin, was actually quite strong, probably because the clothes he wore made him look thinner).

"Nothing is strange, Ronnie. You look so beautiful in this dress and your hair suits you so well. You really are our little princess."

Bill praised me in that sweet voice, but I knew that such words must be full of family favoritism, so I couldn't trust him at all at this time.

As a result, we kept repeating silly couple conversations like "Really?" and "Really?" before the time was up.

***

When the parlor clock struck ten we were transported through the stove to the Weedesleys' house.

———Just coming out of the stove, we were greeted by a man who looked a bit like his former father, Arthur Weezley.

"Hey, welcome. Nice to meet you. I'm Ronald Septimus Weezley - your uncle."

Uncle Ronald welcomed us warmly with a big smile on his face, and I couldn't help but think of my father, Arthur Weezley, and felt a little lost. Despite this, I still followed my brothers' example, patted my chest and saluted.

"Percival, Fred, George, and you, Ronaldinho? I heard you were named after me. I really want to meet you."

Uncle Ronald not only speaks kindly, but also has a friendly smile on his face. He is a man with a great sense of humor.

In less than an hour, we were drinking tea together and having a great time chatting. I quickly fell in love with this uncle, and it seemed that Percy and the others were the same. After all, Percy rarely showed a sincere smile, so it must be real.

Although Uncle Ronald was very busy and could not spare us more than two hours, he invited us to Harry's birthday party next week and promised to introduce us to Uncle Bilius at the party. In addition, he would hold a party before the end of the summer vacation for the heads of the branch families to meet each other. Finally, our meeting ended.

———However, just when we were still relaxing, we were greeted by the worst news that shocked the entire British wizarding world. It happened on the day of Harry’s birthday party, but we were still unaware of it at that time.