RP: Tick-tock
Date: November 13, 2004
Characters: Ron Weasley
Location: The Trio's house, 33 Alpha Lane
Status: Private
Summary: Time doesn't fly when you're bored out of your mind.
Completion: Complete
So far, Ron thought, being back where he'd grown up wasn't all that exciting. Not that Ottery St. Catchpole had ever been exciting to begin with.
So far, he'd arrived at the Burrow in the dead of night, cried over the destruction he'd seen there, found a place to live (he hoped, for a long time) with Harry and Hermione (he hoped, for a long time), and slept at least 10 hours every night. He'd eaten lunch with Viktor Krum and Hermione in the back garden and met a former Auror who'd come snooping near the house. He'd attended a party celebrating the end of the war, where he'd seen his mum and most of his siblings for the first time in more than seven years, enjoyed the twins' fireworks, and even met someone who'd returned from the dead.
He was no longer on the run and fighting for his life. He was happy about that, of course, but he wanted much more. He wanted to do a great many things he'd not done in a long time, if ever. He'd not really been outside the house except for those few times. He'd not yet figured out how to work the television in the sitting room nor the machine that made Muggle films appear inside the television. He'd not yet figured out how to use the billiards table in the game room (Harry and Hermione assured him it was a popular Muggle game, but neither knew how to play). He'd not yet gone out (or stayed in) and got stinking drunk, or met anyone he'd want to snog, much less shag. He'd not really ventured outside the house or the garden yet. He was home but didn't feel at home yet.
Ron felt stuck.
He knew that he, Harry and Hermione were supposed to be debriefed by Headmistress McGonagall and some of the senior Order members. "Soon" was all he heard.
Soon couldn't be soon enough. Ron was tired of putting the rest of his life on hold.
Characters: Ron Weasley
Location: The Trio's house, 33 Alpha Lane
Status: Private
Summary: Time doesn't fly when you're bored out of your mind.
Completion: Complete
So far, Ron thought, being back where he'd grown up wasn't all that exciting. Not that Ottery St. Catchpole had ever been exciting to begin with.
So far, he'd arrived at the Burrow in the dead of night, cried over the destruction he'd seen there, found a place to live (he hoped, for a long time) with Harry and Hermione (he hoped, for a long time), and slept at least 10 hours every night. He'd eaten lunch with Viktor Krum and Hermione in the back garden and met a former Auror who'd come snooping near the house. He'd attended a party celebrating the end of the war, where he'd seen his mum and most of his siblings for the first time in more than seven years, enjoyed the twins' fireworks, and even met someone who'd returned from the dead.
He was no longer on the run and fighting for his life. He was happy about that, of course, but he wanted much more. He wanted to do a great many things he'd not done in a long time, if ever. He'd not really been outside the house except for those few times. He'd not yet figured out how to work the television in the sitting room nor the machine that made Muggle films appear inside the television. He'd not yet figured out how to use the billiards table in the game room (Harry and Hermione assured him it was a popular Muggle game, but neither knew how to play). He'd not yet gone out (or stayed in) and got stinking drunk, or met anyone he'd want to snog, much less shag. He'd not really ventured outside the house or the garden yet. He was home but didn't feel at home yet.
Ron felt stuck.
He knew that he, Harry and Hermione were supposed to be debriefed by Headmistress McGonagall and some of the senior Order members. "Soon" was all he heard.
Soon couldn't be soon enough. Ron was tired of putting the rest of his life on hold.