[Ron rounds the door of the office at Neville's exclaimation, eyebrow raised. He sets a cup of coffee on Neville's desk, looking down at the files his friend is copying, casual about everything for the moment.]
[He half-smirks, because Neville's probably just freaking out over something silly, but... You know, maybe not. After a moment, he takes the time to peek out of the blinds, stares for a bit, and then lets go, stepping back from the widow with his eyes still warily on it.]
Seems you're right, Neville. Uh... Well. What d'we do about this sort of thing, you think?
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What's wrong, then?
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..Zombie-! [waves a hand towards the window] Out there!
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[He half-smirks, because Neville's probably just freaking out over something silly, but... You know, maybe not. After a moment, he takes the time to peek out of the blinds, stares for a bit, and then lets go, stepping back from the widow with his eyes still warily on it.]
Seems you're right, Neville. Uh... Well. What d'we do about this sort of thing, you think?
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