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Who: Luna and Ron
Where: One of the abandoned rooms at Order HQ
When: 19 March 2002, evening
Status: Complete
Seated on an old wall cabinet that served as an impromptu window seat, Ron peered through the dusty pane to the grounds below and felt altogether melancholy. The moon was bright and high enough in the sky to allow him to make out the distinct forms of Thestrals as they playfully cantered across the lawn, like ghoulish caricatures of horses.
Tipping back the half-empty bottle to drain it, he could wholeheartedly sympathise with their plight.
Tomorrow night meant embracing the wolf again, and he intended to dull the hours leading up to it with the muzzy blur of alcohol. Bitter ale first, then the harder stuff, and all on an empty stomach so he'd be soaked easily enough.
With a burp that he didn't try to cover or suppress - in his opinion if one drank alone, there was no need for niceties - Ron set aside the empty and dug into the paper sack beside his foot for another.
"Some go up and some go down; some go thirsty, some just drown; 'That's the law round here'; said the King of Sunset Town," he sang softly and without a hint of joy, twisting off the cap before snap-flicking it across the room. The bottle cap bounced twice to land right at the brightly-stockinged toes of a most unexpected visitor...
Where: One of the abandoned rooms at Order HQ
When: 19 March 2002, evening
Status: Complete
Seated on an old wall cabinet that served as an impromptu window seat, Ron peered through the dusty pane to the grounds below and felt altogether melancholy. The moon was bright and high enough in the sky to allow him to make out the distinct forms of Thestrals as they playfully cantered across the lawn, like ghoulish caricatures of horses.
Tipping back the half-empty bottle to drain it, he could wholeheartedly sympathise with their plight.
Tomorrow night meant embracing the wolf again, and he intended to dull the hours leading up to it with the muzzy blur of alcohol. Bitter ale first, then the harder stuff, and all on an empty stomach so he'd be soaked easily enough.
With a burp that he didn't try to cover or suppress - in his opinion if one drank alone, there was no need for niceties - Ron set aside the empty and dug into the paper sack beside his foot for another.
"Some go up and some go down; some go thirsty, some just drown; 'That's the law round here'; said the King of Sunset Town," he sang softly and without a hint of joy, twisting off the cap before snap-flicking it across the room. The bottle cap bounced twice to land right at the brightly-stockinged toes of a most unexpected visitor...