THOSE BASTARDS WILL PAY.

That is all.

That was a brand new jacket...

If Ron and Neville had stepped into the Deanery hoping to have a nice quiet meal, they would have done better to order takeouts at a Muggle fastfood drive-through. As it were, the restaurant was buzzing with lively chatter and sporadic bursts of laughter. Ron winced, tugging on a robe sleeve as he crossed his arms. His sunglasses, also known as ( Read more... )

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Ron ran a hand through dark wet hair as he tied a fluffy orange towel around his waist. Studying his reflection in the mirror, he waved his wand absently and dressed himself according to the weather. It was a windy Sunday afternoon and yet the sun was high in the sky, perfect for a picnic or a stroll in the park. The last thought struck a sweet ( Read more... )

Sorry, journal. I've neglected you shamelessly in the last little while. I've had quite a lot on my plate lately, what with my family dropping like flies and all. We're not in top shape yet, but better. Thankfully I've had Quidditch to keep me occupied. Just finished running laps for training. I should take a shower before I crash on my bed ( Read more... )

"Thank you," Ron said softly to the nurse who had shown him to the room, closing the door gently behind him. His hands were shaking slightly and he stuffed them into his jeans pockets as he took steps towards his oldest brother. Bill seemed to be dozing and Ron took great care to move as quietly as was humanly possible. Light blue eyes fluttered ( Read more... )

Lavender refrained from pacing back and forth while waiting for her friend to arrive, having learned from bitter experience that her shins ended up not appreciating the effort at the best of times.

Then again, Percy has seen to it that nearly everything in the apartment but the kitchen knives now have blunting spells on...She smiled at the thought ( Read more... )

Back at the Manor.

What else was I to do?

My ceiling looks white.

I hate you, ceiling.

Ron took the handle with a shaking hand. He stood there for a while, debating whether or not this was a sensible thing to do, but in the end it was always sensibility that won out. He pushed down on the handle and the door easily gave way with little sound ( Read more... )

And he ran. Not caring what an utter idiot he must have looked like at the moment, squinting through the pouring rain with not so much as a cloak to shield him from the icy shower. The nearest portkey terminus had been a few blocks from his destination, and it was the only open choice he had been left with. He could not presume to be welcome ( Read more... )