Charlie was milling about in the Burrow's kitchen, seemingly deep in thought.

He quietly poured some orange juice on his cereal and added some salt to his tea.

Ron watched him with mild amusement.

"Charlie? Do you enjoy your tea with a bit of a kick?" Because, you know, there's some hot sauce in the back of the fridge-I'm sure that would suit your purposes a bit better…"

Charlie slowly looked up at Ron, a thoughtful look on his face.

"What? Oh, yes, of course. I think that looks great on you."

He returned to his cereal.

"Charlie," Ron spoke again, "you are not talking to Mum here, and I did not just ask you if this jumper makes me look fat. What in bloody hell are you thinking about?"

Charlie hesitated.

"Primary colors."

Ron had no idea what Charlie was talking about.

"Charlie, I have no idea what you are talking about."

"Well, Ron, I was just thinking. The four primary colors are red, blue, green, and yellow, right? And all the other colors are just a mixture of those four…"

Ron did not see the point.

"The point is," Charlie continued, "that all this ranting Mom does about keeping the redhead gene alive in our family is only um….a farce! Because pink hair is very close to red hair, right? So Mum is just barmy."

Ron thought that it was obvious that Mum wasn't the only one who was mad.

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Tonks was sitting at the dining table at 12 Grimmauld Place, intensely engrossed in a book titled "Men Who Love Dragons Too Much".

When Ron sat across from her, plopping down loudly, she didn't even look up.

"Hey Tonks, up for a game of chess?"

She didn't say a word.

"Tonks? Earth to Metamorphmagus? Hello?"

Startled, Tonks' head snapped up.

"Yeah, yeah, what's up Ron? Sorry about that, I was just reading…"

Ron wondered if everyone was purposely ignoring him lately. It could be a ploy to anger him so greatly that he would go on a mad killing spree and decimate the entire Order of the Phoenix. Damn, he thought, that Voldemort is one sneaky bastard.

But probably not.

"I was just wondering if you wanted to play some chess, but I've lost my appetite for it. What's that you're reading?"

Tonks quickly flipped the book over so only the back cover was showing.

"Um, just a little research, you know. I'm, um…working on a dragon research topic for the Aurors…very top secret you know, mustn't tell anyone, Ron."

Ron was confused again.

"Well why don't you just ask Charlie, I'm sure he coul-"

Tonks flew out of her chair.

"What's that Molly?" She yelled towards the kitchen. "I'll be right there!"

She almost ran out of the room.

Ron was puzzled. His mother had left about an hour ago. Maybe Tonks was the one going mad.

Bored, Ron reclined on the couch. There's absolutely nothing to do in this house, he thought. You'd think it'd just be great roaring battles all the time and mysterious strategic meetings, but nooo.

He picked up Tonks' discarded book and flipped through it. There weren't enough pictures to hold his attention, so he lobbed the book back onto the table.

It was then that he noticed the title. Men Who Love Dragons Too Much. Well, that wasn't anything to snort at, but underneath, in smaller, shining script, it said:

And How to Get Your Hot Little Hands on One.

Well. That was interesting.

Ron decided he had better tell Tonks that Charlie enjoyed nothing more than hot sauce and tea in the morning.