(no subject)
Date: January 10
Time: 7:00 am
Location: Apartment /Hogsmeade Weasley's joke shop
Characters Involved: Ronald Weasley, Hannah Abbott, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, open
Rating: R due to language
Ron stretched as he put aside his journal. He had taken to writing in it, to gather his thoughts and make plans for the day. A habit from Hermione, he mused, wondering how she was doing. It made his heart hurt when he thought of her, and done his best not to linger on her face, her eyes, or the way her skin felt under his hands. Bloody hell, he thought to himself. I can't be home five minutes without thinking about her. The morning time had become the worst when it came to his memories of her. And it had all happened to close; just below this place and the store. His tall, lanky form uncurled and he sighed with relief to hear his back pop in few places. Oh, it felt good to be back in the flat. He knew he needed to get to the shop and conference with first Hannah and then his brothers, hoping they would respond to his owls before the day got going. He also made a mental note to pop in on his mother. He didn't think just sending a owl was going to appease her wounded looks for him missing the major holiday of the year. He knew he had a great deal of catch up and catching hell from everyone for being gone over the holiday.
He dressed himself in work clothes, unassuming muggle clothing , and slung a navy blue robe over his dockers , button down shirt and a navy jumper for warmth. He slipped on his boots and picked up his wand. He wasn’t looking forward to explaining how in his last adventure he had misplaced his wand, basically leaving him stranded.
He had had every intention of being at the traditional Burrow Feast. He had been itching to see everyone. But that after his sales meeting in Auckland, New Zealand had gone so brilliantly, he couldn’t help himself nipping over to Wharepapa for some rock climbing, where to his horror, he had dropped his wand. Left to his own devices to get back to town, with little Muggle knowledge or accouterments (mainly money, an id and something called a passport,) he had been at the mercy of strangers during these last months and the holidays. He had finally made it back to the business owners in Auckland and convinced one of them to help him retrieve his wand. He was a bloody idiot he knew, but he had somehow survived and managed to make it as a regular non-wizarding bloke. As soon as the wand was retrieved, (amazingly easy with an 'Accio' spell as long as you had a wand in your hand to make it work!), he had come right home. Fred and George were going to have a field day about it, he knew.
He braced himself, and headed down the stairs, ready to explain his rather long absence.
Time: 7:00 am
Location: Apartment /Hogsmeade Weasley's joke shop
Characters Involved: Ronald Weasley, Hannah Abbott, Fred Weasley, George Weasley, open
Rating: R due to language
Ron stretched as he put aside his journal. He had taken to writing in it, to gather his thoughts and make plans for the day. A habit from Hermione, he mused, wondering how she was doing. It made his heart hurt when he thought of her, and done his best not to linger on her face, her eyes, or the way her skin felt under his hands. Bloody hell, he thought to himself. I can't be home five minutes without thinking about her. The morning time had become the worst when it came to his memories of her. And it had all happened to close; just below this place and the store. His tall, lanky form uncurled and he sighed with relief to hear his back pop in few places. Oh, it felt good to be back in the flat. He knew he needed to get to the shop and conference with first Hannah and then his brothers, hoping they would respond to his owls before the day got going. He also made a mental note to pop in on his mother. He didn't think just sending a owl was going to appease her wounded looks for him missing the major holiday of the year. He knew he had a great deal of catch up and catching hell from everyone for being gone over the holiday.
He dressed himself in work clothes, unassuming muggle clothing , and slung a navy blue robe over his dockers , button down shirt and a navy jumper for warmth. He slipped on his boots and picked up his wand. He wasn’t looking forward to explaining how in his last adventure he had misplaced his wand, basically leaving him stranded.
He had had every intention of being at the traditional Burrow Feast. He had been itching to see everyone. But that after his sales meeting in Auckland, New Zealand had gone so brilliantly, he couldn’t help himself nipping over to Wharepapa for some rock climbing, where to his horror, he had dropped his wand. Left to his own devices to get back to town, with little Muggle knowledge or accouterments (mainly money, an id and something called a passport,) he had been at the mercy of strangers during these last months and the holidays. He had finally made it back to the business owners in Auckland and convinced one of them to help him retrieve his wand. He was a bloody idiot he knew, but he had somehow survived and managed to make it as a regular non-wizarding bloke. As soon as the wand was retrieved, (amazingly easy with an 'Accio' spell as long as you had a wand in your hand to make it work!), he had come right home. Fred and George were going to have a field day about it, he knew.
He braced himself, and headed down the stairs, ready to explain his rather long absence.