They'd seen him down there at one point, but had gotten separated, him off doing something else entirely while they explored. They should have known better than to split up, especially somewhere as bloody creepy as Rapture. As it was, Ron barely remembered the walk back; they'd made it out alright and he wanted to get as far away from that place as possible. Who knew if one of those things would try and follow them out?
"There are loads of other people down there though, aren't there? With swords and guns, I'd reckon," Ron said, though he was mostly convincing himself of the fact. He was still almost shaking, his own hair still a bit wet and plastered to his forehead. His hand still gripped Hermione's, and it made him feel almost grounded, in a way.
Perhaps the worst part of it was that Ron sounded as unsure as Hermione felt. Whether it was a result of having been in Gryffindor house or otherwise, fear was an emotion and a reaction that Hermone had always been intensely aware of, a part of herself that she tried her best to work past every single day. Of course, fear itself could never be fully eradicated, and needed to remain in order for courage to exist at all- but it was always so much harder to be brave when either Harry or Ron sounded shaken. With her heart feeling very much as though it was beating around her neck, Hermione squeezed Ron's hand, then led the both of them further inside, sitting on top of the mattress in case her legs might actually give out under her.
"There should be plenty of others there who are... better suited to exploring Rapture, even without magic," Hermione nodded resolutely, toeing off her shoes and curling her legs under her on the bed. "And Harry wouldn't be foolish enough to wander out on his own, not here." Pressing her lips together, she
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"Right," Ron said with a nod, though he frowned, worried, "We'll wait, and if he's not back soon, then we'll go. And then kill him for being so bloody stupid."
The three of them had been though enough to know just how dangerous things could get. And without even a working wand between them, it wasn't as if they had much to defend themselves with. Being in Rapture had been another one of those times when Ron had wished for just a little magic. Sometimes, Ron still carried his wand around with him; he knew it wouldn't work, but somehow having it made him feel a bit safer.
Not that he was about to tell Harry or Hermione that. He already knew it was ridiculous.
"I should go get a towel, you're soaked," he said after a moment. It wouldn't do anybody any good for the two of them sit round and catch cold.
"...I'm not sure that we can really hold him accountable for that," Hermione replied quietly from where she sat, noticing the furrow in Ron's brow and fighting off the temptation to smooth it away. She could see it better than most people, how deeply Ron cared, how much concern he directed at all of his friends and family- even if he didn't always voice his thoughts. No doubt that the only reason he'd gone so willingly down to Rapture in the first place was because he knew that he wouldn't be able to keep Hermione away, and having no choice in that regard, he simply couldn't leave her side
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They'd seen him down there at one point, but had gotten separated, him off doing something else entirely while they explored. They should have known better than to split up, especially somewhere as bloody creepy as Rapture. As it was, Ron barely remembered the walk back; they'd made it out alright and he wanted to get as far away from that place as possible. Who knew if one of those things would try and follow them out?
"There are loads of other people down there though, aren't there? With swords and guns, I'd reckon," Ron said, though he was mostly convincing himself of the fact. He was still almost shaking, his own hair still a bit wet and plastered to his forehead. His hand still gripped Hermione's, and it made him feel almost grounded, in a way.
"Do you think we should go back?"
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"There should be plenty of others there who are... better suited to exploring Rapture, even without magic," Hermione nodded resolutely, toeing off her shoes and curling her legs under her on the bed. "And Harry wouldn't be foolish enough to wander out on his own, not here." Pressing her lips together, she ( ... )
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The three of them had been though enough to know just how dangerous things could get. And without even a working wand between them, it wasn't as if they had much to defend themselves with. Being in Rapture had been another one of those times when Ron had wished for just a little magic. Sometimes, Ron still carried his wand around with him; he knew it wouldn't work, but somehow having it made him feel a bit safer.
Not that he was about to tell Harry or Hermione that. He already knew it was ridiculous.
"I should go get a towel, you're soaked," he said after a moment. It wouldn't do anybody any good for the two of them sit round and catch cold.
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