Closed RP: Harry and Ron Say Hullo (Because They're British Like That)

Aug 29, 2007 22:04


((Backdated to the night of Ron's return.))

He entered the door (luckily it was still warded to allow him entry) and then tried to close it gently behind him. The door didn’t make a sound but his pack did as it was jangled from side to side. The redhead tried to lean it against a nearby corner to balance it silent, only to have the momentum almost knock him off balance. His cheekbone broke his fall against the stone wall.

“Shit!” He swore before remembering that he was no longer in America. “Shite.” And then he remembered that he was in Hogwarts, and lately to swear on these grounds always left the youngest Weasley son with a cocktail of paranoia and nausea, like he had just blasphemed the ghost of his youth. So he amended that to “Bollocks.” He closed his eyes, let in a deep breath, and pushed off the wall.

He had been in California only hours before for the Mendocino music festival when he had got the owl from Dumbledore, calling him to return. Urgent business. Dumbledore wanted him to investigate this ‘Furry’ infestation and he was sworn to secrecy outside of Harry and Hermione. And he had to succeed; the future of Hogwarts depended on it! He wasn’t exactly sure how though, but Dumbledore was doing that thing where he talked very serious and looked into your eyes and left you with the impression that only you could fight forest fires, and the effect lasted until you were well mute and out of his extensive hair. Thing was, Ron didn’t know what he could do about the Furry thing, but he didn’t want to admit ignorance. Like he wanted his half-gap year to be proven a waste.

Ron continued to sneak through the suite, heading towards his room. They had better not have given it away to Neville Longbottom or, hell, Adalbert Waffling returned from the grave. Either way, the tall man wanted to change into more, uh, wizard-friendly attire. At the moment his knee-length shorts and “Keep Mendo Green” t-shirt just wasn’t cutting it. And it was damn drafty at night, besides.

harry potter, ron weasley, rp

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