Characters: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley Date: 5 July 2000 Location: 12 Grimmauld Place Summary: Harry has dinner with Ron. Status/Warning: Private Completion: In Progress
"Oh, we deserve it," Ron agreed wholeheartedly. After a day like this -- hell, after a week like this -- he did deserve something to eat that wasn't jam on toast or a three-day-old sandwich. Or burnt, as was usually the case if he was the one cooking.
For a moment he swirled the water in its glass, happy to be busy with nothing: no embarrassing himself, or moving boxes, or studying. And pizza sounded like a very good way to celebrate something like that, even if it would start all over again tomorrow. (Embarrassing things, to be precise.)
"Let's go out," he finally said, draining the glass. "Thank Merlin."
Harry banished their glasses to the sink - he'd wash them later if Kreacher hadn't already.
"Let's go, then. I'm starved," Harry said, stomach rumbling, as if on cue. They'd spent the afternoon moving Ron's possessions from the flat above the WWW and getting Ron settled into his room at Grimmauld Place. Ron wasn't completely unpacked yet, but at least all of his things were in the room and he'd be able to make himself comfortable, if not at home.
It was good to have a friend in Grimmauld Place again. Kreacher was there, but that wasn't the same as having a human friend there with him.
So they went, and Ron was happy. Actually -- despite everything that had been happening lately, he really was, and that's all that could be said. Dash it all: girls, work, growing up, everything. At least Harry still wanted him around.
"Thanks for taking me in," he finally said, in-between laughing at one of his own jokes. It was serious in a lighthearted manner; Ron meant what he said, usually, even when the atmosphere of the restaurant distracted him somewhat. "I mean, blimey -- I'm glad to be back already."
"Oh, shut it," Harry said, brushing off Ron's thanks. After the number of years they'd spent shut up in Gryffindor Tower together and the awful camping and the numerous times he'd stayed at the Burrow, Ron was more like a brother than a friend.
They headed out into Muggle London and made their way to Harry's favourite pizza shop. "Smells good in here," he observed.
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For a moment he swirled the water in its glass, happy to be busy with nothing: no embarrassing himself, or moving boxes, or studying. And pizza sounded like a very good way to celebrate something like that, even if it would start all over again tomorrow. (Embarrassing things, to be precise.)
"Let's go out," he finally said, draining the glass. "Thank Merlin."
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"Let's go, then. I'm starved," Harry said, stomach rumbling, as if on cue. They'd spent the afternoon moving Ron's possessions from the flat above the WWW and getting Ron settled into his room at Grimmauld Place. Ron wasn't completely unpacked yet, but at least all of his things were in the room and he'd be able to make himself comfortable, if not at home.
It was good to have a friend in Grimmauld Place again. Kreacher was there, but that wasn't the same as having a human friend there with him.
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"Thanks for taking me in," he finally said, in-between laughing at one of his own jokes. It was serious in a lighthearted manner; Ron meant what he said, usually, even when the atmosphere of the restaurant distracted him somewhat. "I mean, blimey -- I'm glad to be back already."
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They headed out into Muggle London and made their way to Harry's favourite pizza shop. "Smells good in here," he observed.
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