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[yngstweasleybro]

 Date: 2, March 2002
Time: late morning
Location: ?? Ron Doesn't know where he is
Character(s) Involved: Ron Weasley and open
Rating: pG

Ron opened his eyes, and found he couldn't see very well.  After putting his hand up to rub them, he realized that they were sore and tender.  He closed them again, trying to recall what had happened the previous

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[a_weasley_apart]

[[I'm jumping on this, but any other Weasley sibs who want to have stayed the night, or who want to come over to check on Ickle Ronnikins, are of course still welcome to do so!]]

Percy was familiar with the concept, at least, of picking up a drunk person at a party in the hopes they'd end up in your bed. He was fairly sure this wasn't exactly how it was supposed to go. For one thing, the idea was to end up in your bed with them, not sleeping on your couch all night. And for another, it wasn't supposed to be your brother

[charliesdragons]

Charlie stirred, rolling over on the very uncomfortable sofa in the small office. He'd stayed the night there to make sure that Ron was taken care of. He'd slept remarkably well considering the circumstances and the smallness of the couch... perhaps all those months of sleeping on the cold ground in Romania when he was in intensive studies

[yngstweasleybro]

"Percy, am I at your place? How did I get here?"

Ron sat up and rubbed his head. He looked around blearily, and felt the depression begin to settle on him like a blanket.

"Percy, I feel terrible. I could use that remedy, if its handy."

Ron gave his brother a look and then glanced at the other voice at the door.

"Piss off, Charlie. My head is killing me."

[a_weasley_apart]

"The sooner he's coherent, the sooner we can get down to business," Percy replied, his voice not warming one jot. He didn't disagree with Charlie's opinion, but he also wanted to get the straight of what had happened last night as quickly as possible. There were other ways to make sure Ron paid for what he did. For one, lecturing him at length, which Percy most certainly intended to do. Once Ron was alert enough to appreciate it.

Disappearing briefly into the W/C, he came out with a small vial, which he placed in Ron's hand. "Drink the water down, too. It'll help. Then we can talk."

As he waited for Ron to obey, he retrieved his dressing gown from the closet, feeling a bit more together once he had that on.