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Who: Hermione and Ron
Where: A shady spot somewhere on the lawns of Order headquarters
When: 10th August, 2001, afternoon
Status: Complete
Ambling across the grounds of Potter manor, Ron hoped to find Hermione sooner than later. It was overly warm and a touch humid, which only made matters worse as the midday sun beat down upon him. He'd never much cared for the heat, and as the beginnings of a sweat trail formed between his shoulder blades, today was one of those days he wished he'd kept his hair short.
"Don't your eyes ever get tired?" he asked as way of a greeting once he'd spotted her sitting under a gnarled oak. Predictably, she was reading some dusty old book.
Dropping down and sprawling out in a jumble of long arms and legs next to her, Ron lay there, simply staring at the dappled sunlight bleeding through the branches above. After a while (or it could have been only a minute or two) he dug into his pocket and pulled out a chocolate frog. Grinning a little, he tore the wrapper free using his teeth and promptly bit the head off the slightly soft, wriggling confectionery amphibian.
Twenty-one and still eating sweets like an ickle firstie; he didn't think he'd ever lose the taste for it.
The card inside was another story altogether, though. He'd lost all love of collecting them now that they featured the '10 Greatest Dark Wizards in History' and 'Death Eaters: The Early Years.'
Where: A shady spot somewhere on the lawns of Order headquarters
When: 10th August, 2001, afternoon
Status: Complete
Ambling across the grounds of Potter manor, Ron hoped to find Hermione sooner than later. It was overly warm and a touch humid, which only made matters worse as the midday sun beat down upon him. He'd never much cared for the heat, and as the beginnings of a sweat trail formed between his shoulder blades, today was one of those days he wished he'd kept his hair short.
"Don't your eyes ever get tired?" he asked as way of a greeting once he'd spotted her sitting under a gnarled oak. Predictably, she was reading some dusty old book.
Dropping down and sprawling out in a jumble of long arms and legs next to her, Ron lay there, simply staring at the dappled sunlight bleeding through the branches above. After a while (or it could have been only a minute or two) he dug into his pocket and pulled out a chocolate frog. Grinning a little, he tore the wrapper free using his teeth and promptly bit the head off the slightly soft, wriggling confectionery amphibian.
Twenty-one and still eating sweets like an ickle firstie; he didn't think he'd ever lose the taste for it.
The card inside was another story altogether, though. He'd lost all love of collecting them now that they featured the '10 Greatest Dark Wizards in History' and 'Death Eaters: The Early Years.'