RP: A new home
Date: November 8, 2004
Characters: Ron
Location: 33 Alpha Lane
Status: Private
Summary: Ron crashes
Completion: Complete
Ron was glad he'd been right about how far those Muggle houses were from the Burrow. If he'd had to walk more than that quarter-mile, he probably would have collapsed onto Harry's shoulders, or Hermione's, or both. Despite the bit of rest he had after Harry killed Voldemort, he was still bone-tired. The place in Wales -- he couldn't pronounce it -- couldn't really be less than 300 miles from Devonshire, could it? Ron's body felt like it had traveled halfway round the world.
Turning from Weasley Way onto Alpha Lane, they spotted a house that looked like a good prospect. Ron thought he remembered a couple of kids who might have lived here; he'd seen them in the village, Ottery St. Catchpole, a few times over the years. He was too tired to wonder where they were or what had happened to their families. All he wanted to do was get a roof over their heads and find someplace to lie down and sleep as long as he wanted. This house would do just fine.
Ron plodded through the house until he found a bedroom that looked suitably comfortable. The quilt convinced him to take this room; it reminded him of a quilt his mum had made at the Burrow. Dropping his satchel in one corner of the room, Ron stripped down to his underpants and crawled under the covers. It took him longer to get to sleep than he'd expected. He was used to sleeping cuddled up with Harry and Hermione, for safety as much as for warmth. It was odd not sleeping with them. But he was too tired to do anything about his minor bout of insomnia. Eventually he let himself fall asleep. He dreamed about the Burrow and his father, sitting in his favourite chair reading the Daily Prophet. He awoke long after sunrise, feeling somewhat comforted.
Characters: Ron
Location: 33 Alpha Lane
Status: Private
Summary: Ron crashes
Completion: Complete
Ron was glad he'd been right about how far those Muggle houses were from the Burrow. If he'd had to walk more than that quarter-mile, he probably would have collapsed onto Harry's shoulders, or Hermione's, or both. Despite the bit of rest he had after Harry killed Voldemort, he was still bone-tired. The place in Wales -- he couldn't pronounce it -- couldn't really be less than 300 miles from Devonshire, could it? Ron's body felt like it had traveled halfway round the world.
Turning from Weasley Way onto Alpha Lane, they spotted a house that looked like a good prospect. Ron thought he remembered a couple of kids who might have lived here; he'd seen them in the village, Ottery St. Catchpole, a few times over the years. He was too tired to wonder where they were or what had happened to their families. All he wanted to do was get a roof over their heads and find someplace to lie down and sleep as long as he wanted. This house would do just fine.
Ron plodded through the house until he found a bedroom that looked suitably comfortable. The quilt convinced him to take this room; it reminded him of a quilt his mum had made at the Burrow. Dropping his satchel in one corner of the room, Ron stripped down to his underpants and crawled under the covers. It took him longer to get to sleep than he'd expected. He was used to sleeping cuddled up with Harry and Hermione, for safety as much as for warmth. It was odd not sleeping with them. But he was too tired to do anything about his minor bout of insomnia. Eventually he let himself fall asleep. He dreamed about the Burrow and his father, sitting in his favourite chair reading the Daily Prophet. He awoke long after sunrise, feeling somewhat comforted.
