Present RP: So, where do we go from here?
DATE/TIME: 20 September 2007
CHARACTERS: Ron Weasley, Harry Potter
PLACE: An non descript bar
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In progress
Ron finished off his beer and gestured to the bartender to bring him another, discreetly checking his wallet to ensure that he had enough to cover his tab. Money had been less of an issue now that thanks to Neville he had a job, but he doubted there would ever be a time where he was completely worry free. It simply was not in his nature.
Reaching for the beer, Ron returned to his seat in the booth against the wall. Since Harry's birthday party he had been laying low, taking advantage of whatever opportunities to leave London presented themselves for and on weekends visiting friends he had made over the years. He had returned to London yesterday, a date he was sure was not entirely accidental. Hermione's birthday. This had been the first year in many that he had not acknowledged it in some form or another, but the memory of her last OWL to him resonated with him even now, setting his stomach to knots. He took a big swig of his drink, pushing her out of his mind. She had made herself abundantly clear and there was no use dwelling on what might have been, or what he had planned for her birthday this year.
He surveyed the darkened bar, glad he had stumbled upon it a few weeks back. Just a stones throw from the flat he had rented, it had served him well in the days following the birthday party. Sighing, he looked down at his almost half empty beer.
CHARACTERS: Ron Weasley, Harry Potter
PLACE: An non descript bar
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In progress
Ron finished off his beer and gestured to the bartender to bring him another, discreetly checking his wallet to ensure that he had enough to cover his tab. Money had been less of an issue now that thanks to Neville he had a job, but he doubted there would ever be a time where he was completely worry free. It simply was not in his nature.
Reaching for the beer, Ron returned to his seat in the booth against the wall. Since Harry's birthday party he had been laying low, taking advantage of whatever opportunities to leave London presented themselves for and on weekends visiting friends he had made over the years. He had returned to London yesterday, a date he was sure was not entirely accidental. Hermione's birthday. This had been the first year in many that he had not acknowledged it in some form or another, but the memory of her last OWL to him resonated with him even now, setting his stomach to knots. He took a big swig of his drink, pushing her out of his mind. She had made herself abundantly clear and there was no use dwelling on what might have been, or what he had planned for her birthday this year.
He surveyed the darkened bar, glad he had stumbled upon it a few weeks back. Just a stones throw from the flat he had rented, it had served him well in the days following the birthday party. Sighing, he looked down at his almost half empty beer.