Welcome Back, Ronald.
Characters: Ron Weasley & vatheon!
Location: Let's shake it up a bit, he's landed himself in the middle of the shopping district. IDK. BUT IT'S NOT THE PLAZA, ALL RIGHT?
Time: Mid-Afternoon
Style: I'm adaptable, use whatever is comfortable.
Status: OPEN LIKE AN OPEN THING
It had been brilliant being back home, everything that happened here had really just seemed like some sort of fever dream. And it wasn't as if he could really prove that he'd been in another world, even to his friends he would have seemed positively mad if he'd tried to tell them about it. So he pushed it to the back of his mind, convincing himself that it all really had been a product of his brain being a little addled. He landed hard on the street, at least noticeably taller and soaking wet as he lifted himself up from the ground with a groan.
"You've got to be kidding me..." He murmured to himself, reaching up to push damp hair off his forehead with a grimace. "...again?"
Or was that even accurate? Last he remembered he was in the hospital wing, maybe if he just...waited it out he'd be back before he knew it. Here was hoping, the boy taking a look around with an expression of concern on his face.
Location: Let's shake it up a bit, he's landed himself in the middle of the shopping district. IDK. BUT IT'S NOT THE PLAZA, ALL RIGHT?
Time: Mid-Afternoon
Style: I'm adaptable, use whatever is comfortable.
Status: OPEN LIKE AN OPEN THING
It had been brilliant being back home, everything that happened here had really just seemed like some sort of fever dream. And it wasn't as if he could really prove that he'd been in another world, even to his friends he would have seemed positively mad if he'd tried to tell them about it. So he pushed it to the back of his mind, convincing himself that it all really had been a product of his brain being a little addled. He landed hard on the street, at least noticeably taller and soaking wet as he lifted himself up from the ground with a groan.
"You've got to be kidding me..." He murmured to himself, reaching up to push damp hair off his forehead with a grimace. "...again?"
Or was that even accurate? Last he remembered he was in the hospital wing, maybe if he just...waited it out he'd be back before he knew it. Here was hoping, the boy taking a look around with an expression of concern on his face.