RP: Seems like old times

[shh_ron]

Date: 11 October 2005
Characters: Ron and Harry
Location: A hotel in Kiev, Ukraine
Status: Private
Summary: Harry and Ron catch their breath between Quidditch matches
Completion: Incomplete

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[shh_harry]

Well, Kiev definitely wasn't India. For one thing, it was a lot bloody colder. For another, his reasons for being here were entirely different. He was jittery with excitement, even though he likely wouldn't see any action tomorrow himself.

He stopped pacing in front of the dingy little window. "Damn, I was going to ask you that same question. I was always crap at geography. I don't think I could point out where we are right now on a map. Norway was good today, though. Not as good as our guys-- and gals. Can you believe some of the flying we saw today?"

[shh_ron]

"Geography isn't my thing either," Ron admitted. "Mum had enough trouble teaching me maths when I was a kid." He nodded as Harry spoke about the Norwegian team. "Norway was good, but yeah, we were better. Bloody awesome flying, if you ask me. When Jocelyn did that starfish and stick, that was just wicked!"

Harry had finally stopped pacing, which made Ron feel a bit less keyed up himself. "Think we might get to play at all tomorrow?" he asked. "You know, since Wood and Jocelyn might be a tad tired and all."

[shh_harry]

"That's one good thing about being a wizard, among others," Harry opined. "Not a whole lot of emphasis on maths as long as you stay the hell away from arithmancy." An awe-struck smile settled on his features. "Jocelyn is as good as Krum was way back when. I almost thought she was going to pull off a Plumpton Pass at first."

Harry flopped down on his own lumpy bed, next to Ron's. "I dunno. It's a gruelling game pace, this. It would really be something, wouldn't it? You and me playing in the World Cup. It's like something we used to dream about when we were sixteen."

[shh_ron]

Ron laughed at the mention of Arithmancy. "I knew there had to be some reason Hermione liked that subject," he smirked. "All those numbers would've made my brain leak out of my ears. I had enough trouble keeping all the numbers straight on the star charts in Astronomy." Jocelyn's bravado in the air had made Ron whistle in disbelief a few times during the game. "Yeah, you could be right about that. A Plumpton Pass would've been wicked. Too bad she didn't, the game would've been a lot shorter."

When Harry finally sat down on his own bed, Ron relaxed a bit more. "It would be beyond amazing. Talk about a dream come true. I reckon I might go a bit mental but it would be a good mental, y'know?" He grinned, unable to contain his excitement at even the idea of playing in the World Cup.

[shh_harry]

"The only thing I use the pool table for is to stack dirty laundry until I can get to it," Harry admitted. "I'd be more than happy to donate it to the cause, so to speak. Can you even get good pizza in Stoatshead now? I don't think I've come across any in my rambles and bachelor-like tendency to eat food that I haven't cooked."

"Mmm, exactly," Harry said of Dudley. "I'm surprised his mummy didn't bring him one of those big arcade games home to play with. But then, that would have involved standing up and he liked to sit in front of his computer or tv."

He had been by the chocolate shop a few times but not into it. He'd found that he wasn't too crazy about sweets since the war, no matter how much he'd like chocolate frogs before it. "I know where you mean. I can't imagine watching that git pouring coffee. And I don't care which bloody side he ended up on at the end of the day." Some prejudices would just never change.

[shh_ron]

Ron smirked at Harry's admission. "I knew I was the only one who'd used it," he crowed, adding quickly, "I mean, played pool on it. Not, you know, anything else." Though he'd certainly considered that, at least the time Lavender had come over and he'd just barely remembered Hermione's rule of "no hanky panky in public areas of the house."

He nodded sympathetically as Harry went on about his cousin, then Draco Malfoy. "Can't blame you about either of those gits, really. So did you ever find out what happened to the Dursleys during the war?"

[shh_harry]

"I don't really know how to play," Harry said, grinning. "I mean, you use the stick thing to tap the balls into the pocket-things, but I don't exactly have technique, finesse, or any idea of the rules whatsoever. Not that following the rules has ever been our strong suit..."

Dropping the Draco subject, Harry sobered a bit. "Yeah. You remember Mrs Figg from the Order, that Squib I thought was a mad cat woman living on Privet Drive? She's in Stoatshead too and we had a bit of a chat a while ago. She's not nearly as barmy as I remembered her. Anyway, she filled me in on a few things. Turns out my cousin nearly killed a bloke and went to jail for it, and my uncle dropped dead of a heart attack. My Aunt's still alive, I s'pose, but I don't know much more than that. It's probably a good thing for society at large that Dudley's not roaming the streets."