The I Know Ron Weasley Award
Doesn't Anything Else Writhe by Shocfix.
“I watched you with the Minister, earlier,” he overrode me.
“Oh,” I hadn’t expected that.
“He wants the Chosen One onside, doesn’t he?” Ron asked.
“Yeah, like a Ministry Mascot.”
“They all want a piece of you, don’t they?”
I shrugged again. “Yeah.”
He looked fiercely at me. “Then I should be there.”
“Where?”
“By your side; heading them off; taking care of you. I’m supposed to be your second,” he finished pitifully.
“You’re daft as a brush,” I said gently.
“Thanks a lot,” he said, looking hurt. “I’m trying to apologise for not being there when you need me.”
“You’re there; there is nothing to apologise for. It’s OK,” I said.
“’Tisn’t,” Ron said, fiddling with his necklace and managing to snap off the S. “Fuck.”
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