we say goodbye in the pouring rain
Characters: Hermione Granger, Ron Weasley
When: After this conversation takes place on the 16th
Where: Outside of Sirius's flat? In the streets of Adstringendum
Rating: PG
Summary: Hermione and Ron have a talk since they haven't really since his arrival.
After shutting down the PCD's feed, Ron stuffed it in his pocket. Harry had, thankfully, shown up fairly quickly to fix his earlier mess but Ron doubted he'd be trying to use the Muggle kitchen equipment anytime soon. Even if his screw up was something normal, he wasn't chancing wounding his ego much more. He took his time making the aforementioned sandwiches, dreading the conversation coming up. Talk, Hermione had said. Well, they've talked plenty in his mind, but he was fairly certain she meant a different sort of talk altogether. Brilliant, really.
He could only take so long to make the few sandwiches, so it was with a begrudging air he finished up and went outside to look for her. Spotting her rather quickly, Ron made his way over dropping one of the sandwiches he made on her lap a little sheepishly as he took a seat nearby. It wasn't often he did any form of "cooking", but after seeing her original headaching look he figured he could at least do something. Besides, there was a chapter in the book the twins gave him about this sort of thing, he was certain.
"Hey," he tried as a form of greet. Smooth, Weasley, real smooth. Honestly, he didn't know what to expect from this talk but he had some idea. Waiting for a response he took a rather large bite of his sandwich at hand.
When: After this conversation takes place on the 16th
Where: Outside of Sirius's flat? In the streets of Adstringendum
Rating: PG
Summary: Hermione and Ron have a talk since they haven't really since his arrival.
After shutting down the PCD's feed, Ron stuffed it in his pocket. Harry had, thankfully, shown up fairly quickly to fix his earlier mess but Ron doubted he'd be trying to use the Muggle kitchen equipment anytime soon. Even if his screw up was something normal, he wasn't chancing wounding his ego much more. He took his time making the aforementioned sandwiches, dreading the conversation coming up. Talk, Hermione had said. Well, they've talked plenty in his mind, but he was fairly certain she meant a different sort of talk altogether. Brilliant, really.
He could only take so long to make the few sandwiches, so it was with a begrudging air he finished up and went outside to look for her. Spotting her rather quickly, Ron made his way over dropping one of the sandwiches he made on her lap a little sheepishly as he took a seat nearby. It wasn't often he did any form of "cooking", but after seeing her original headaching look he figured he could at least do something. Besides, there was a chapter in the book the twins gave him about this sort of thing, he was certain.
"Hey," he tried as a form of greet. Smooth, Weasley, real smooth. Honestly, he didn't know what to expect from this talk but he had some idea. Waiting for a response he took a rather large bite of his sandwich at hand.