Room 310 of the Goat's Inn - Completed
Ron had been writing in his journal, and letting Draco and Fred know about the changes his tea with Harry and Hermione had brought about, and watching for his opportunity to catch a glimpse of the guest book. He had a feeling he'd heard Harry's room number at some point last night, but he couldn't remember it.
A large family with a larger amount of luggage walked in and the wizard at the desk went over to them. Quickly closing his journal Ron made his way to the reception desk. He flipped nervously through the pages, trying to take his time and not look suspicious. There were a lot of check-ins from the day before, but luckily he found Harry's fairly quickly.
James H. Black, eh? His eyes widened slightly. Room 310? Oh, that was a narrow escape...
He returned the book to the correct page and walked from the desk as casually as he could, making his way up the stairs to Harry's room. He stood outside the door, took a deep breath and knocked.
Hopefully Harry'll answer without thinking to ask who it is and I can get in before he slams the door in my face. Or at least be able to keep it open. Hopefully. What am I going to say to him?
A large family with a larger amount of luggage walked in and the wizard at the desk went over to them. Quickly closing his journal Ron made his way to the reception desk. He flipped nervously through the pages, trying to take his time and not look suspicious. There were a lot of check-ins from the day before, but luckily he found Harry's fairly quickly.
James H. Black, eh? His eyes widened slightly. Room 310? Oh, that was a narrow escape...
He returned the book to the correct page and walked from the desk as casually as he could, making his way up the stairs to Harry's room. He stood outside the door, took a deep breath and knocked.
Hopefully Harry'll answer without thinking to ask who it is and I can get in before he slams the door in my face. Or at least be able to keep it open. Hopefully. What am I going to say to him?