[OTA] Fucked over and unemployed
Ron needed a job. Only problem was, there was no Ministry of Magic here, and working there since school was said and done had been all Ron really knew. There was very little magical anything here, although if you looked closely, the island did cater on some level for magical folk. He stood outside the resort, scratching at his unshaven chin as he read over the list of job vacancies. There wasn't a single thing on there that appealed to him. This sucked kneazle balls.
He snorted and then huffed out an irritated sigh. He needed something, though. Something to keep his mind off planting itself unwaveringly on Harry and Hermione in bed together, and then Harry bollocking Draco. It was like someone had lit a fire under his arse and just made him angry. Technically, he did know neither of them had done anything wrong because he and Hermione broke up ages ago. But it was the principle of it. Harry should know you never fuck your best mate's ex. It was like rule of law or something, written in stone generations and generations ago. It was gospel.
Going back to the start of the list with a frown furrowing his brow and a snall sneer scrunching his nose up, Ron was determined to find a decent job. Really, anything had to be better than the paper shuffling he had mostly been doing back home in the Quidditch off-season.
He snorted and then huffed out an irritated sigh. He needed something, though. Something to keep his mind off planting itself unwaveringly on Harry and Hermione in bed together, and then Harry bollocking Draco. It was like someone had lit a fire under his arse and just made him angry. Technically, he did know neither of them had done anything wrong because he and Hermione broke up ages ago. But it was the principle of it. Harry should know you never fuck your best mate's ex. It was like rule of law or something, written in stone generations and generations ago. It was gospel.
Going back to the start of the list with a frown furrowing his brow and a snall sneer scrunching his nose up, Ron was determined to find a decent job. Really, anything had to be better than the paper shuffling he had mostly been doing back home in the Quidditch off-season.