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[sixthhandlion]

For anyone who knew Ron, finding him at one of the tables in the rec room, surrounded by books and papers might have convinced them that the island was messing around with people's minds again. At his best, he'd always procrastinated until the night before assignments were due to write them, and getting him to do any studying when he didn't have to

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[un_gloved]

Rogue couldn't help glancing over the red headed boy's shoulder as she passed behind him. He was taking up a lot of space, and was so intent on what he was doing, she found herself curious.

"Cute bear."

[sixthhandlion]

Ron looked up at the woman and frowned. "It's not a bear," he insisted, before looking back down at his drawing and squinting at it.

"It does sort of look like a bear, doesn't it?"

Ron swore and crumbled the paper into a ball, tossing it off to the side somewhere.

[un_gloved]

"It wasn't bad, sugar," Rogue protested, walking around to lean on the table, crossing her legs at the knee, and reclining back a little on locked arms.

"Whatcha workin' on, if it ain't too nosy o'me t'ask."

[sixthhandlion]

"It was supposed to be a hippogriff," Ron said, even though he was pretty sure she wouldn't know what one was. She probably didn't know what Quidditch was either, but they'd have to tell people if they expected to get enough people together for a match.

"It's gonna be a mascot for a Quidditch team, hopefully." Though, he and Harry hadn't talked much about team names or mascots yet.

[a_swan_diver]

The red hair caught her attention as she walked back through the rec room on her way from her latest foray to the dreaded bookshelf. This time it hadn't given her the books, it had displayed just a single title. A movie companion book. She'd taken it with a sigh, thinking that just maybe if she took the offered book it would give her something she wanted next time.

When the hair caught her attention, she crossed the room to say hello to Bill and ask what he was doing there, when she realized the guy was much younger. Unfortunately, she was already at the table and it was too late to leave unnoticed. "Oh, hi. Sorry. I didn't mean to interrrupt your drawing, I thought you were someone else."

[sixthhandlion]

"Yeah, I get that sometimes," Ron said, looking up from his drawing. Maybe if he made the beak a bit bigger, it'd look more like what it was supposed to be. Though, Buckbeak's beak wasn't really all that big.

Maybe this would be easier if he wasn't trying to draw from memory.

"You were probably looking for Bill, right?

[a_swan_diver]

"I wasn't looking for him, no. I just saw the hair and realized my mistake too late. I was just going to say hi since we were both here." She looked down at the paper he was concentrating on, her brows knitting together. "Can I ask what you're drawing?"

[sixthhandlion]

"It was going to be a hippogriff," Ron replied, frowning at his drawing, "but I think it's turned into something else now."

One of their teams could always be called the 'wonky winged-bears,' but somehow, Ron really didn't think that'd be as cool.

[red_ponytail]

Coming up behind Ron, Bill leaned over to peer at the drawing, tilting his head this way and that as though trying to get a better angle at it. "Is that a...bear with wings?" he asked, leaning in a bit further to try and get a closer look.

[sixthhandlion]

Ron looked up at Bill and frowned, then immediately scribbled out his drawing.

"It was meant to be a hippogriff," he said, but clearly he'd gotten it wrong. But he didn't really think Bill'd be able to do better.

[red_ponytail]

"Oh, right, yeah, now that you've said that it...no, still don't see it, sorry," Bill said, moving to sit next to his brother. "But hey, what do I know, I'm pants at drawing. All I can manage are hieroglyphics. Maybe if you had a picture of one to work from?"

[sixthhandlion]

"Ha, ha, you're hilarious," Ron replied dryly, looking over at Bill, "I should really just go and use Buckbeak to draw from, I reckon. That'd probably be easier."

Though, he hasn't even talked to Harry about mascots yet, so they might not even use a hippogriff at all.

[ashotofgin]

Ginny had no idea what Ron was drawing, but she was fairly certain that was not what it was meant to look like. It wasn't that she didn't love her brother very much, but she wasn't above a bit of light teasing about it.

With a bit of creeping that came from years of banging about the Burrow trying to not be noticed (which was easier said than actually done given that she was related to the twins) she came to stand behind Ron's chair. Looking over his shoulder at what he was working on, she frowned and tilted her head to the side.

"Did something sit on it?"

[sixthhandlion]

He didn't hear Ginny walk up behind him, he was so focused on making his drawing look less like a bear. That was, until she spoke.

"Bloody hell, don't sneak up on me like that," Ron said, nearly jumping up out of his chair in surprise. He didn't speak again for a moment, as he tried to will his heart rate to slow back to normal speeds. "And it's meant to be a hippogriff. Nothing's sat on it."

[ashotofgin]

"I'm afraid that I can't do that. Sisterly right and all of that," she teased as she turned her head the other way in an attempt to figure the drawing out. No, it didn't work. Even though she now knew what it was meant to be it actually managed to look even less like a hippogriff than before.

"Are you certain? Cause that's a sorry looking hippogriff." Sliding into a chair at the table she leaned forward. "Why are you drawing in the first place?"

[sixthhandlion]

"Quidditch teams are gonna need mascots," Ron replied, "You know, something to go on the robes and all."

Not that Ron had any idea where they were going to get robes, and just how he was going to get his hippogriff drawing from paper to the robe, but it was a start. Somebody else would know how to figure all that out.

[useabezoar]

Much to Snape's displeasure, there was no good time to visit the rec room in search of something new to read. Even in the dead of night, there were always people about. It didn't matter how well he planned, he still found himself surrounded by people, when all he wanted was a book or two.

Today, he'd gone in with the intention of returning a few Muggle history texts, and instead found himself staring down at a table full of Quidditch books. At the end of the table was another ginger, sketching away. Snape instantly frowned. On the island, ginger didn't necessarily equate to Weasley, but he was fairly certain this could be nothing but.

"Which one are you, then?" he asked brusquely.

[sixthhandlion]

Ron had met a lot of people since arriving on the island. Surprisingly, with a few notable exceptions, most of them had been rather pleasant. This man, however, was not.

"What do you mean 'which one'?" he asked, looking up with a frown.

[useabezoar]

"You're a wizard, clearly," he said, gesturing sharply at the Quidditch books. "A Weasley, I'm guessing; the lot of you are crawling all over here, too. So, which one are you?"

He'd been told by others on the island that perhaps he shouldn't be quite so rude to others.

Snape didn't agree with that.

[sixthhandlion]

Ron had heard that Snape was on the island. That somehow, Ron's least favorite professor from home-- and that was accomplishment, considering they'd had not one, but two Defense Against the Dark Arts teachers who'd turned out to be Death Eaters-- was on the island, from a time long before he'd been their teacher.

This had to be Snape. Ron knew that look. He'd seen that same look every week for years.

"Ron Weasley," he replied.