Of Gods and Men (Owls and Closed RPs/sockage for Ron Weasley, Harry Potter, and Sirius Black)

[kill_voldemort]

Life had been nice and simple for a while, and Harry Potter had liked it like that. Quidditch, broom polishing, broom riding, a class or two here or there.... No Death Eaters. No Voldemort. No random threats on his life in general. It had been really nice.

And then bloody Ayame Sohma had come along and ruined it all by alerting Harry to the

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[dungbombsrule]

Ron was sitting at his desk when the owl flew in through the door. It was already open a crack, as the redhead had let another owl in a few moments before. As a result of the former owl, Ron was reluctant to answer the latter. Instead he was staring at his letter in mute shock

[kill_voldemort]

Ah. Right. Harry could have just yelled over, too. Or at least knocked on the wall separating his and Ron's bedrooms (although it was made of stone, and that might have been rough on his knuckles, not to mention potentially ineffective, as sound does not travel well through stone

[dungbombsrule]

Ron barely glanced at the mess in Harry's room. If the redhead had gotten around to unpacking, his room would probably look the same. Fortunately, the young man was quite lazy, so most of his possessions were being squished in a small space at the corner of his room. Rather than sitting on the chair at Harry's desk, Ron rested his long legs on the desk himself, barely sitting on a small portion of it which was not littered. "I'm impressed, mate," He noted sardonically. "How can you get so much parchment ascatter when you don't have any class? Ez?" He quickly added

[kill_voldemort]

Ron had a good point about the papers and the classes. Perhaps one of the Weasley twins had placed a Parchment Proliferation spell on his things?

Or maybe he, Harry, was just a slob. He was willing to face that fact. A slob, yes. A god, hells no!

He watched as Ron's hand moved to his chest, hoping that it wasn't feeling for some sort of religious symbol, like a necklace with a pendant in the shape of a lightning bolt. It was good, though, that Ron had settled on the desk, higher than where Harry was on his bed, because it meant that Ron wasn't worried about Harry's being underneath him heightwise.

Or maybe Harry was a demonic god, whose realm was that of the Below? Bugger, there were too many possibilities!

"I'm...er...fine. I guess. So...Caprica, Ruby, and Misa?" Caprica sounded like a holy name. Harry began to feel panicky. "No, I...I don't think so. Are they -- " fellow worshippers? ministers? NUNS?! "...good girls?" Harry couldn't think of how else to put it without just stating it all right then and there