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[kilted]

That evening, as he was coming through the
portrait hole, something bumped into Ron.
He looked down.

"Oh, hello Ginny. Everything alright?"

Ginny looked up at him, her lip quivering.
Suddenly, she launched forward, latching her
arms around Ron. He was a bit taken aback for
a moment but then hugged her tighly.

"It'll be okay, Gin... It'll be okay."

________

Wotcher, Watchers!

See? Sometimes Ron moves
up from his emtional teaspoon
to maybe a tablespoon or two.
Hee.

Later-days.