RP: Thinking and hoping and sending some owls
Date: 14 May 2005
Characters: Ron Weasley, Lavender Brown, Ginny Weasley, Bill Weasley
Location: Their respective houses
Status: Private
Summary: Ron does more thinking and sends some owls.
Completion: Incomplete
Ron had been doing a lot of thinking lately. Sometimes he thought so much his brain hurt. He figured he'd done more thinking in the three weeks since he first went to talk with Orla than he had the previous six months, since Harry had finished off Voldemort. In his mind he called that event The End; everything since then, as far as he was concerned, had been a new beginning for him. He'd found a great new place to live with his two best friends, learned a trade that he never would have thought of without a push from one of his brothers, and hooked up again with the first girl he'd ever kissed. If anyone had told him then that six months later Lavender Brown would be the most important person in his life, Ron would've flipped them off and said they were mental. Yet that was exactly where he was, and realising that had made him feel more than a little giddy. Yesterday she'd come with him to visit his father's grave, and just having her there with him had meant more than he could say to her, so all he'd said was "Thanks" and emphasised it with several heartfelt kisses. He'd wanted to tell her what he felt but she didn't seem to want to hear it. It had confused him then, but thinking back on it a day later, he didn't feel quite so disappointed. Even if she did feel the same way (and he wasn't sure of that), it probably would have creeped her out to hear those words from him in that particular setting. He would have to find another way to let her know.
The visit to his father's grave had helped Ron sort out a few more things that were bothering him. Last Monday, when he and Hermione had lunch at Socks, he'd mentioned that he felt disconnected from his family. He was shite, he knew, at owling his mother and his siblings. They lived in the same bloody town but he rarely saw them, which was ironic since he'd moved here at the end of the war (and dragged his best mates with him) so he could be near his family. He'd been so bad at keeping in touch that he hadn't even known that Bill had been ill. It bothered him more than he could say that he learned this by accident; if he and Hermione had gone to a different pub for lunch, or gone to Socks at a different time, they never would have seen Fleur and Roger arrive, and Ron never would have had the chance to say hello and find out that both Fleur and Bill had been sick recently. He tried to find out more, but Fleur was holding something back. She didn't look sick; she looked like she had been injured. The next day Hermione asked Ron if he'd known that Bill had been in hospital. Ron had, very honestly, said he'd not known that. He felt peeved and pissed off that his oldest brother had been sick enough to be in hospital and no one in his family had told him. It was all very weird, and Ron could sense that Fleur wasn't going to tell him any more. He hadn't seen Bill in more than a month, so it was about time he paid a visit to his oldest brother. Really, he was more than overdue to catch up with everyone in his family, but he knew how hard it would be to get them all together. They couldn't all come to him, so he would have to go to them. If he knew who had a Floo connection he would have just poked his head in the fireplace and Floo-called but he didn't even know that, so he had to write several notes and send them off with Keeper, who needed the exercise. Fortunately he decided not to try to contact everyone at once; that way Keeper wouldn't peck him to death.
Dear Lavender,
Let's do something special this weekend. Maybe we could have dinner at Roma, or go to Exeter and do something special there. Would Friday or Saturday night work better for you?
Yours,
Ron
Dear Bill,
I heard that you've been sick. I hope it's not anything serious and that you're better by now. I've been shite at keeping up with my family, so I'm trying to do better on that. Can I come by and see you soon? Let me know what's a good day and time.
Love,
Ron
Dear Ginny,
I know I've been crap at keeping up with your life, and it's been too long since you and I had a good catch-up, just the two of us. You want to meet me somewhere for lunch or dinner or a drink? Let me know a day and time that's good for you. Hell, come to our house if you want. I know you had lunch here with Hermione this weekend and I'm sorry I missed you. I hope you lot had a good talk. Anyway, let me know.
Love,
Ron
Characters: Ron Weasley, Lavender Brown, Ginny Weasley, Bill Weasley
Location: Their respective houses
Status: Private
Summary: Ron does more thinking and sends some owls.
Completion: Incomplete
Ron had been doing a lot of thinking lately. Sometimes he thought so much his brain hurt. He figured he'd done more thinking in the three weeks since he first went to talk with Orla than he had the previous six months, since Harry had finished off Voldemort. In his mind he called that event The End; everything since then, as far as he was concerned, had been a new beginning for him. He'd found a great new place to live with his two best friends, learned a trade that he never would have thought of without a push from one of his brothers, and hooked up again with the first girl he'd ever kissed. If anyone had told him then that six months later Lavender Brown would be the most important person in his life, Ron would've flipped them off and said they were mental. Yet that was exactly where he was, and realising that had made him feel more than a little giddy. Yesterday she'd come with him to visit his father's grave, and just having her there with him had meant more than he could say to her, so all he'd said was "Thanks" and emphasised it with several heartfelt kisses. He'd wanted to tell her what he felt but she didn't seem to want to hear it. It had confused him then, but thinking back on it a day later, he didn't feel quite so disappointed. Even if she did feel the same way (and he wasn't sure of that), it probably would have creeped her out to hear those words from him in that particular setting. He would have to find another way to let her know.
The visit to his father's grave had helped Ron sort out a few more things that were bothering him. Last Monday, when he and Hermione had lunch at Socks, he'd mentioned that he felt disconnected from his family. He was shite, he knew, at owling his mother and his siblings. They lived in the same bloody town but he rarely saw them, which was ironic since he'd moved here at the end of the war (and dragged his best mates with him) so he could be near his family. He'd been so bad at keeping in touch that he hadn't even known that Bill had been ill. It bothered him more than he could say that he learned this by accident; if he and Hermione had gone to a different pub for lunch, or gone to Socks at a different time, they never would have seen Fleur and Roger arrive, and Ron never would have had the chance to say hello and find out that both Fleur and Bill had been sick recently. He tried to find out more, but Fleur was holding something back. She didn't look sick; she looked like she had been injured. The next day Hermione asked Ron if he'd known that Bill had been in hospital. Ron had, very honestly, said he'd not known that. He felt peeved and pissed off that his oldest brother had been sick enough to be in hospital and no one in his family had told him. It was all very weird, and Ron could sense that Fleur wasn't going to tell him any more. He hadn't seen Bill in more than a month, so it was about time he paid a visit to his oldest brother. Really, he was more than overdue to catch up with everyone in his family, but he knew how hard it would be to get them all together. They couldn't all come to him, so he would have to go to them. If he knew who had a Floo connection he would have just poked his head in the fireplace and Floo-called but he didn't even know that, so he had to write several notes and send them off with Keeper, who needed the exercise. Fortunately he decided not to try to contact everyone at once; that way Keeper wouldn't peck him to death.
Dear Lavender,
Let's do something special this weekend. Maybe we could have dinner at Roma, or go to Exeter and do something special there. Would Friday or Saturday night work better for you?
Yours,
Ron
Dear Bill,
I heard that you've been sick. I hope it's not anything serious and that you're better by now. I've been shite at keeping up with my family, so I'm trying to do better on that. Can I come by and see you soon? Let me know what's a good day and time.
Love,
Ron
Dear Ginny,
I know I've been crap at keeping up with your life, and it's been too long since you and I had a good catch-up, just the two of us. You want to meet me somewhere for lunch or dinner or a drink? Let me know a day and time that's good for you. Hell, come to our house if you want. I know you had lunch here with Hermione this weekend and I'm sorry I missed you. I hope you lot had a good talk. Anyway, let me know.
Love,
Ron