W E A S L E Y

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When the message was played out overhead, Ron knew he had to stay and fight, but his first thought was dad. Arthur was here somewhere, not at the mixer, but still somewhere in the building. Mr. Weasley had been part of Career Day and Ron could make a good guess that he was working late tonight, catching up on the work that had to be paused earlier to answer student questions. He knew he had to get to his dad’s office, but pushing through the crowds of fleeing people was difficult and he soon found himself shuffled off into a side-hallway that was nearly empty. He jogged along it, fairly certain that a lift would be around somewhere. As long as he could find it, he should be able to get to the floor his father’s office was on. He heard footsteps behind him and whirled around, wand raised. “Hello?” he called.

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theodore:

theodore wished that he was surprised. but something always had to happen like this. it wouldn’t be a regular day if it didn’t. there was a moment of pause as his breath felt caught in his throat before he decided that he wanted to run. he certainly didn’t want to fight for the death eaters and but he wasn’t going to risk life and limb to fight them either. the moment theo turned, he realized that there was a wall of students already trying to do what he was trying to do. he heard shouts and screams behind him but refused to stop as he pressed through the crowd. fighting had never been quite his style but he did grab his wand, gripping it until his knuckles turned white.

The last thing Ron had been expecting was a Death Eater attack. With what was going on at Hogwarts, he probably should have been more aware, but he couldn’t help but to let his guard down at a school sanctioned event surrounded by loads more security than he could imagine. He turned towards the commotion, trying to seek out friends and allys, those who he’d fought with before, but both students and wizards were pouring towards the giant floo chimneys. He almost ran directly into Nott, managing to avoid a head-long collision, but still shoulder-checking him. Interesting that he was fleeing. Ron had assumed most of the Slytherins would have been in on the attack. “Watch it.” he grumbled with a glare. Coward, he thought with a great amount of satisfaction.

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harry:

A flash of green light and searing pain woke him with a start, it had happened again. Harry had been dozing off in lessons after long nights of adventuring and night terrors since his first year but it has never gotten frequent and jarring until the start of his delayed eighth year at Hogwarts.

Blinking the sleep from his eyes, he glanced to either side of the long wooden table, hoping his classmates and the teacher hadn’t noticed his mid lecture nap. To his relief, everyone seemed to be enthralled by the detailed recounting of some spells origin.

Figuring he aught to take notes if he hoped to pass his NEWT’s, he flattened out the piece of parchment he’d been dozing on and picked up his shiny new quill, crossing out the sleepy scribbles at the top of the page and reprinting a neat (ish) heading. “What’s this spell called again?” he whispered to his neighbor, mildly embarrassed he’d had to ask such a straightforward question.

No matter how much extra work Ron was trying to put into his studies this year, classes were still boring as always. Listening to their professor drone on was no more interesting than it had been before, and Ron’s note-taking skills remained at a sub-par level. He startled when Harry spoke next to him, even if it was only a whisper. “Dunno mate,” he glanced down at his parchment where the useful section of his notes had tapered off and he had simply written Ron Weasly 14 times in various sizes. “You okay? Usually your notes are at least somewhat decent in comparison to mine.”

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hermione:

“I’ll be sure to,” she shot back with a smirk and a roll of her eyes, “Though I feel like that would be a bit careless of them to do that while looking like you. It’d be a dead giveaway.” It was really all in gest, but true - it was shocking enough to find him working in the library, and to find him organizing notes would be enough to convince her that she was going loony.

And really, she had no idea what she meant by ‘catching up’. It had, in reality, been a thinly veiled excuse to have a conversation instead of stewing in the inevitable awkwardness and she hadn’t thought so far as to figure out what they really had to say. Using the time as she settled in her own seat, she brainstormed exactly what it was that they could talk about that she didn’t already know about. “Your holiday,” she finally blurted out, shooting him a grin in return, “I feel awful that I couldn’t be there this year - my parents wanted me home, and I wasn’t really in a position to say no.”

Thank god for her lying abilities. Hell, her parents were still in Australia with no idea she even existed  ( a topic that she’d lied vehemently about from the moment she set foot back at Hogwarts - no need to bother anyone with it when they were dealing with their own messes ), but she’d mostly felt it wasn’t right to intrude on the Weasley’s first holiday without Fred. Still, Ron didn’t need to know that, so it was much easier to tell a little white lie to prevent a situation where she’d constantly feel like she was intruding regardless of how familial she’d come to be with the Weasley clan. “Ginny’s told me that Fleur’s close to popping,” she joked, trying to veer away from her excuses, “I’m sure it must have been agreat break, if that was the case.”

“No, I totally understand. I couldn’t imagine having to be away from my family after it all,” he smiled at her. “I’m really glad to hear that you’ve got everything sorted with them.” Even with the bickering and loss, Ron was grateful to have had time with his family over break. He wished that Harry and Hermione could have joined him, but he understood why they couldn’t. It would have been selfish of him to have expected them there. He had never quite figured out the details of Hermione’s relationship with her family after the war. He had no clue how much they knew of it or what their daughter had done, but Ron didn’t feel like prying. Everyone was still close to the tragedies, and he wasn’t one to test the boundaries of appropriate conversation. “You know Fleur’s baby actually gave mum something to focus on, so I can’t complain much. At the rate she was fussing, it was like she never actually expected anyone of us to have kids.”

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ooc: hey fam, gonna bang out some replies before bed. audition weekend is finally over, so even though rehearsals are gonna start up, my time should be a little more consistently scheduled from here on out.

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luna:

Luna had been looking forward to the career day expo for what seemed like forever. She was excited to think about all of the possibilities that her future could hold, and since she had yet to be able to make up her mind as to what she actually wanted to do after graduation she thought that this would be the perfect time to decide on something.

The whole time she had been mingling while enjoying all of the food that had been provided to her. She had yet to get tired of the event, and as she moved around the room she only found herself learning more. She could hardly get her mind to focus on one specific topic because of all of the thoughts that were rolling around in her brain. She enjoyed the opportunity, and found that it did help her in a number of ways to try to figure out what she wanted to do.

Of course, she had noticed that not everyone was having the same outlook as she was. She noticed that a few of her fellow students had already given up and by the looks on their faces she could tell that they were yearning to get out of the room. A part of her couldn’t blame them for wanting to leave, but the other part of her couldn’t comprehend why they weren’t enjoying the experience as much as she was.

“It’s not so bad,” she told the nearest sulking student. She thought that maybe if she pointed out all of the good things about the day then they might appreciate the opportunity a little more.

Ron looked over at Luna. He would have been taken aback by her sudden appearance next to him, but he had learned to never really be surprised by her.  He smiled. “Oh really?” Luna was never his favorite person to interact with. He found her nonsensical. It was difficult to follow her thinking and that made Ron uncomfortable in conversations. But he was always grateful for her support before and during the war, and right now at a career expo, where he felt so lost and all of his friends seemed to fit right in, he actually found some comfort in her attempt at cheering him up. “So what’s been interesting you ‘round here?”

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draco:

“Like you would know,” was all Draco replied, amused face expression still present on his face. What lay underneath that remark ( and it was for the better than Ron didn’t realize what he was referring to ) was a thought about a day during last year’s Easter holiday, when the trio were found and brought to Malfoy Manor. Ron had completely lost his mind when Bella was torturing his girlfriend ( his desperate yelling had only motivated Bella to continue ) and looking back at that day, Draco once again understood why not everyone was cut out to be an Occlumens or Legilimens, or why it ran in their family specifically. With Gryffindors, it seemed like all their emotions and thoughts  were right underneath the surface, ready to overwhelm them at any given moment. It must be so exhausting to live that way. His mother had always been the calm where his father was the storm;  she was loving and caring, gentle and considerate. Now that he understood Occlumency and Legilimency the way he did, by being subject to it himself, he knew how she did it. He also knew that his mother may be the most underestimated person in the wizarding world. Looking the Dark Lord into the eye and lying about Harry Potter’s fate, well aware it may cost you your life ( it would have been his life, too, if the Dark Lord found out she was lying, but he was going to get killed anyway ), took a great amount of bravery that no one seemed to know she possessed. For the first time this conversation, Draco rolled his eyes. It was at the mention of the Death Eater attack and Ron appearing to think it didn’t mean anything. Only the most dedicated followers of the Dark Lord on the loose, nothing to worry about. He lowered his wand slowly and found himself studying the Gryffindor in front of him for a couple of seconds. No, Rondidn’t think it was nothing. He may not be the brightest person in the castle, but he wasn’tthat stupid. “Why are you lying about this to me while you know I know you’re wrong?” he asked, eyebrows frowning momentarily. “Trying to provoke me? Not going to happen. If you went to get cursed, maybe get an idea of what it’s like to be under a Legilimency spell, you can just ask. But obviously you don’t. So what is your deal then? Want to get me into detention? Childish and stupid, but I don’t think it’s that either. Not entirely.” That left only one option. Draco took a step back and shook his head at the other, sighing momentarily. If he said it aloud, ‘you’re scared, aren’t you?’ he would probably just get laughed at, only further proof that he was right. Sometimes he was tired of being able to read people the way he could nowadays, skills of a Legilimens at its best but unable to get turned off unfortunately. He would have loved to hex Weasley and get it over with, but that was what the other wanted and he didn’t want to give him that satisfaction. At that thought he lowered his wand entirely and put it away, however to take it back out and curse the other the moment he saw his hand go to his wand. “As long as I’m the only one you’re taking this nonsense to, I’m fine with that. Butdon’t go and pretend like nothing happened elsewhere, because the younger students might believe you,” was all he said.   

Ron was surprised when Malfoy’s wand was lowered. He instinctively reached a hand up to his throat, almost like checking as if he was all there, then regretting the moment instantly as it probably weakened the farce of bravado he was putting up. He was also surprised that Malfoy’s question to him seemed genuine. Like they had put the insults on pause in order to acknowledge what they both knew. And Ron almost broke as he listened to him prattle on about reasons Ron was acting this way, like Ron needed an excuse to insult Malfoy besides habit. It was nice to have it out with someone. Every conversation Ron held with friends, it was like he was walking on eggshells. Mentioning the war was often times taboo. He couldn’t bring up Fred with Ginny, or ask Hermione about her parents. They’re supposed to be cordial with the Slytherins because they’ve changed, they’re supposed to be nice to the people who didn’t side with anyone because, hey at least they’re better than the people we’re now supposed to forgive, and honestly being able to insult Malfoy was refreshingly normal. He didn’t have to think that he might offend of hurt him because half the time that was his goal, anyway. But then he hit on scared and it was like his guard went back up. Was Ron scared? Sure, but hell if he was ever going to tell that to Malfoy. He wasn’t pulling the wool over his own eyes, he just didn’t see the need for those feelings needed to be broadcast. So he laughed. “In your dreams Malfoy,” and went to walk past the man, but paused when he was addressed again. “Why the hell do you care what first years think? Do you like idea of terrifying children younger than you?” he sounded more exasperated than angry, ending the sentence with a sigh. He wasn’t going around spreading 'this nonsense’ as it was so kindly put, but Malfoy got under his skin in a way that no one else did. He was cocky, giving Ron an order like he would listen. Ron wasn’t shutting up because he was told to, but because that’s what he was already doing. But saying that to Malfoy meant admitting that he was right about something and Ron didn’t want to do that either. So he deflected.

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pansy:

Pansy was just grabbing her third (or was it fourth) glass of champagne when she caught eyes with the Weasley boy right beyond the drinks table. The look on his face, a silent scream. It had to have been bad for him to seek help from just anyone.

Pansy rolled her eyes in answer. It wasn’t as if she was doing anything else. She’d secured her apprenticeship with Madam Prince over the winter break, contingent on her Newt’s scores, of course, and had no need to chat up with any of the dull Ministry officials. Actually, this might be fun, she thought, grabbing a second glass and sauntering over to the red head’s side.

“Ron, Darling,” Pansy greeted in her most simpering of tones, barely keeping a lid on her laughter, “There you are.”

Handing him one of the champagne glasses, she smiled charmingly at the utter bore he’d been speaking with. “Excuse me, Sir. I’ve really got to borrow Mr. Weasley from you. He promised me a dance this evening.” She wrapped a hand around the Weasel’s arm and gave him a good tug after her, leading him away into the crowd, quietly murmuring the Slytherin lyrics to ‘Weasley is our King.’

Stopping once they seemed far enough away, she took a sip of her drink and said to the boy, “What is it with ministry officials that they loose all personality when they start working here?”

Pansy was the absolute only person that he was able to grab the attention of as his eyes scanned the room. He had already tried to politely leave the conversation three times, and somehow got roped back in. ( Who knew there was so much to number crunching? ) He was left with no other choice really and was expecting their interaction to cease after her eye-roll. It was a surprise then when she flounced up and and proceeded to call him darling, all while shoving a drink in his hand. He gave a polite wave to the man as he was, rather unceremoniously, dragged away. He chose to ignore the annoying tune she was murmuring under her breath and took a sip of champagne instead. “I dunno,” he responded. He had given up trying to process the situation and decided to just go with it. “But if there’s one thing for sure, he has definitely convinced me that I never want to step near accounting department in my life.” “So, darling, what have you been up to so far at this event?” he eyed her, she seemed almost giddy, which is not how Ron would ever have thought to describe her. Or maybe that was just remnants of the act she had put on back there.

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ginny:

She could feel his eyes on her and almost asked why he was looking at her but decided against it right before the question jumped out of her mouth. Instead, she replied with a small smile, “that’s all we can do as of lately, do as best as we can. However, it just makes me wonder what else is to come after a bloody Death Eater was able to into Hogwarts…” she trailed off, not exactly wanting to finish the thought. If the Death Eaters were wanting to finish Voldemort’s bidding, then did that mean another war? More battles to fight? Ginny didn’t know if she could put herself through that again, mentally and physically.

Taking another sip of her coffee, jumpstarting her body to wake up and clear her mind of the thoughts about the Death Eater, she realized how long it had been since they were able to sit down and have an actual conversation that wasn’t about Quidditch. Not like she didn’t enjoy those discussions, but life wasn’t always about the sport, especially now with what happened a few nights ago with the Death Eater breaking in. She thanked Merlin once more that she had Ron here, a physical connection to the Weasley family rather than having to rely on letters to communicate. Since Ron was the sibling with whom she was closest to in age, she considered him to be the one she was closest to in general. She had worried (understatement) when he, Harry, and Hermione were gone finishing Dumbledore’s mission; it was honestly the most difficult thing she had to do to go through everything with the Carrows and constantly wonder if the three were still alive. To go through everything without them.

An overwhelming feeling of dread washed of her like a huge bucket of ice water as her brother asked if she had talked to their Mum recently. No, she hadn’t, and she hadn’t informed their Mum of the attack either. “No,” Ginny shook her head, “she’ll either faint or have kittens. I’m not sure which, maybe both. I thought that she has enough to worry about, and I felt guilty saying anything about it. She’s gonna flip.” She assumed McGonagall had sent parents a letter to all of the students’ parental guardians, and if their headmistress did, they would most likely be getting a definitely panicked letter from their Mum either today or tomorrow, ensuring that her two children were okay.

“It’s weird that they attacked, but didn’t harm anyone. I dunno what their motive could have been.” Were they just there to scope things out? Was there another attack planned for the future? I was the only way Ron could make sense of it, but he didn’t like the implications. Everyone was trying to pass it off as a one time thing, even he was trying to convince himself, but it didn’t make any sense. Even though Ron knew Ginny was a capable witch, the though of her in harms way was terrifying and uncomfortable. He was at war with himself whether he would want to include her in theories about the break it, surely she had her own thoughts, or just try to ignore it all when with her. He nodded when she said she hadn’t contacted mum. Even though he had been making an effort to communicate more consistently since the year started, every time he picked up a quill to write her since the attack, he wasn’t able to come up with any words to write. Ignoring it completely seemed like a lie, but addressing it... how was he supposed to even broach the subject? Hey mum, just thought I’d let you know that there were Death Eaters in the school. Don’t worry, Ginny and I are fine. How’s dad doing at work? It sounded stupid even to him. Ron didn’t have a way with words that would have allowed him to poetically wax the situation. “Yeah, and Mum’s already having a hard enough time with,” he made a vague motion with his head, sure that Ginny would catch on. The loss of Fred still weighted heavily on all of them, and Percy returning was... tense. It was a tough road to navigate. Ron wished he could spend more time at home, but honestly in some respects it was easier to just not be there. He didn’t have to deal with his own feelings about Percy. He wanted to forgive, it was just... difficult. Their correspondence had been cool, at best. “We all are, I suppose,” he said, finishing his previous statement, not making eye contact and instead digging intently into his food.

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hermione:

Hermione may have felt just a tad too proud of herself as she spotted the flush that spread across Ron’s face at her friendly taunts. “I’m not kidding, Ron, I’m actually quite chuffed that you’re putting in effort this year. Next thing I know, I’ll find you color coding your notes for yourself.” She’d admittedly been helping Ron and Harry with their schoolwork quite a bit, partly because she knew that they really did not want to be there, Ron especially more so. Perhaps if she assisted them, it would make the idea of school just a bit less unbearable.

The idea of Harry being there was a bit of a comfort for Hermione and actually vaguely followed Ron’s own thought process. Harry was definitely the one that dissipated all of the tension that seemed to brew every time the two of them were together, and it made her feel like she wasn’t going to break down her resolve and give in to the feelings that threatened to overtake her at any moment. As much as she wanted to tell Ron that she’d had feelings for him since their fourth year, it just seemed like a selfish thing to do considering he and so many others were suffering. Hell, she was suffering, and she felt like Ron honestly deserved someone better, someone that wasn’t liable to break at the seams at any moment.

That was, of course, if he even had any feelings for her. Part of her couldn’t help but wonder if that kiss was a pity thing or an ‘oh-my-god-we-almost-died’ sort of situation, and the thought of saying something only to be turned down was a bit too much to bear. She couldn’t help but feel, dare she say it, insecure about the idea of a romantic future for her and Ron only because she couldn’t imagine him wanting her of all people.

Broken out of her head by the noise of Ron’s stomach, she couldn’t help but burst out in a small laugh. “Well, you weren’t kidding when you said you were hungry. Luckily, we made it just in the nick of time.” In fact, they were just turning to enter the Great Hall, and her eyes quickly scanned the table of Gryffindors, hoping to find Harry’s face in the crowd. Unfortunately, he wasn’t there. “Well, looks like it’s just the two of us,” she muttered, shooting a furtive glance to him out of the corner of her eye as she forced a smile, “All for the better, though, we have catching up to do.”

He rolled his eyes fondly. “If you ever find me color-coding my own notes, make sure it’s actually me and someone who hasn’t Polyjuice-d themselves.” He gave a small chuckle at her joke about being hungry. Who knew that a small noise his stomach makes would have him slightly embarrassed. It was something he wouldn’t have thought twice of their third or fourth year, but now, even though Hermione has seen and heard way worse from Ron, it’s able to kindle the blush that was already on his face. He shrugged his shoulders at Harry’s absence and walked towards a relatively empty section of the table. Turning to smile at Hermione as he sat down, he asked, “what kind of catching up are you thinking?”

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ooc: I posted a quick starter for the event that I figured people could reply to if they fancy while I crack down on my other replies (even if you feel like Ron wouldn’t actually be mouthing help me to your character specifically, #yolo, he’s desperate man). I’m choreographing part of an upcoming production and this week is audition week, so it’s been crazy nuts! Plus it was a friends birthday amongst other things, so sorry for being on so sporadically!!

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Two years ago Ron might have laughed at the idea of a Career Day Expo, but today he was actually trying to mix and mingle with the ministry officials that were there. He’s not sure he actually wants to follow in his dad’s footsteps and work for the government, but there’s no better way to find out than talking with the witches and wizards themselves. He thinks back to the conversation he had with Wood recently about his future. He’s never had a spot-on idea about what he would be doing with his life, but it had never seemed to matter before. It all seemed so far away. Now he was almost done with school, and realistically he knew he could only ride the waves of fame and sympathy that came from the war for so long. So he was here and damn it, trying to make the best of it. Unfortunately, he had gotten caught up with a mosey looking accountant. Ron assumed that all of the numbers in this place were done with magic, but apparently they needed human eyes to take a second look over everything. Blimey. it was boring. From across the room, he made eye-contact with someone and mouthed “save me,” with a discreet nod towards the accountant who was talking his ear off. He was afraid that without interference, he would never escape from this conversation. 

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oliver:

“It sounds bonkers,” Oliver agreed with a little grin on his face. “If it helps you, though, you should probably keep using them. It’s just half a year and then you can forget about them for the rest of your life.” He paused then, eyebrows frowning as he studied the younger Weasley in front of him. He had been close to Charlie because they played quidditch together for some years and he knew how Percy ended up because they had been dormmates for seven years. “What do you plan to do after graduation?” he wondered. “Do you have a plan? Should I check if Puddlemere needs a reserve keeper?” he added with a bit of a teasing undertone. The mention of dueling club sparked Oliver’s interest. That had been a thing when he attended Hogwarts, but between classes, homework, quidditch and charms club ( which had been a lot more fun than other students made it out to be ). “It’s wise to keep practicing,” he agreed. “It’s good to hear that Hogwarts offers a safe environment to practice, rather than leave you to figure it out on your own. I suppose a lot of students joined?” he guessed.

“No,” he chuckled at the mention of Puddlemore United, “I don’t think I’m quite on that level.” Ron took a deep breath, momentarily looking away and shrugging. “I dunno, before last year I was thinking of maybe becoming an auror, but... after seeing everything so up-close I dunno if I really wan to do that as a living. I mean, theoretically I wouldn’t be going after Voldemort anymore, more like wizards who’ve decided to commit smaller crimes or something, but I’m thinking a less stressful career might be the choice for me.” “Sounds like Dueling club is going to be one of the largest organizations this year. Good thing Umbridge isn’t here to stamp it out,” he joked with a wink.

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draco:

The situation was simply very amusing to Draco. He had been underestimated for years now and slowly but surely he was starting to see it as an advantage. Leave people to think you’re not capable of anything only to surprise them later had turned out to be exceptionally useful. He had gotten somewhat unpredictable after the war too, so provoking him was never a good idea. “You’re getting your spells wrong,” he said with an amused grin on his face. “Occlumency is to close your mind. Legilimency is to try to gain access into someone else’s mind.” The idea was laughable that Weasley found it laughable: again, the underestimation that he had grown to like. “Do you want me to prove it?” he said, just provoking a little, since Weasley had started this ( great argument, too, if McGonagall asked why he thought it was a good idea to hex Ron Weasley on his first day back - yes, that was sarcasm ). In his first or second year, he might have been provoked enough by the insults that Weasley kept throwing at him to curse him and get it over with. Now, however, he wasn’t insecure anymore, and he could keep his emotions carefully in check. So instead of cursing the other he remained calm, grin still present on his face. “Right, because McGonagall only made an announcement about the Death Eaters in the castle to make sure everyone would stick to the new curfew rule,” he said dryly, undertone sarcastic. “The Death Eaters are back and no amount of oblivious thoughts and talk is going to stop that.” He shrugged his shoulders then, refraining from saying what he actually wanted to say: and guess for who they’ll come first? Savior Potter and his friends.Considering how his father and him had provided evidence against the others, ensured the capture of many of them. If anyone was at risk right now, it was then. Even with the Fidelius Charm over the Manor with a secret keeper that was the only person Draco trusted, he wasn’t sure his parents were safe.

Damn it Malfoy. Damn, fucking Malfoy and his stupid technicalities. He probably got off to being right all the time. “If you don’t know that occlumency and legilimency go hand in hand, than you’re even more daft than you look,” he said with a roll of his eyes, trying to save-face. He flexed his fingers, restraining the urge to go for his wand. If his words didn’t provoke Malfoy enough, he was sure that action in and of itself would trigger him. Ron despised the prat, but knew that he probably couldn’t take him in an even duel, and definitely not when he was already at wand-point. Part of him hoped that a professor would round the corner. Malfoy hadn’t made a move yet, but Ron was getting increasingly worried about the situation. Plus, he would love to see Malfoy get the blame for threatening him when he couldn’t even defend himself properly. Ron snorted at the mention of the attack. “Right, that little Death Eater incident that happened. Wait, what did happen exactly?” he said, feigning confusion. “because it doesn’t seem like there was any actual damage done besides scaring some first years.” He leaned in closer, despite the fact that it caused the wand tip to press slightly further into his neck. “That doesn’t sound like an attack of Voldemort's most notorious groupies,” he fell back a step and chuckled, “it was probably a stupid prank that the professors took too seriously because everyone is still paranoid about safety.” Of course, he didn’t believe a word he was saying. The last thing Hogwarts staff would want to do is spread rumors about a Death Eater attack when there wasn’t one, so Ron was pretty sure that even if they didn’t carry the same power that they had when Voldemort was at large, the attack had indeed been legitimate.

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ginny:

There were no words to describe how thankful she was to have Ron attend Hogwarts one more year, both finishing their final years together. After the war, she didn’t think she could finish this year without him, if she was being completely honest. It wasn’t like she wasentirely alone, but it was such a relief to have family with her that was going through the exact same thing she was. When she would do her best to avoid the seventh floor or not stay in one place for an long periods of time, he’d understand. Ron was almost like a lifeline for her, even though they didn’t see as much of one another, it was just enough to remind her that it was going to be okay. That they were both going to be okay despite what had happened.

A soft “most likely that” was muttered past her lips as she replied, “Or just not getting any sleep at all, coming down here with nothing else to do.” Merlin knew that no one was really getting a decent amount of sleep nowadays as being unconscious felt too vulnerable even in their safe dormitory. She assumed everyone still slept with their wands either underneath their pillows or held tightly in their hands, ready for any sound of someone entering their room.

“I’ve been,” she paused, not entirely sure how to answer that without being too blunt, “I’ve been getting on as best as I can.” A warm, tired smile curled her lips upwards before taking another sip of her beverage. “What about you? You holding up okay?”

He nodded. “Holding up as well as can be expected, I suppose.” He looked at his sister, really looked, trying to reconcile the doe-eyed first year who cried at Mrs. Norris’ petrification, with the brilliant witch who withstood the Carrows’ torture and practically lead a rebellion at Hogwarts last year. Ron was incredibly proud of her, unable to fully imagine the hell this school had been. He let the guilt of not being here to protect her creep through him momentarily. At least she was here alive, Ron could never be more grateful of that. It was nice to have at least one family member close. He couldn’t imagine trying to complete his last year if he had to be completely separate from them, especially when everyone was still working their way through Fred’s loss. Ron wasn’t ever really good at processing his emotions, but it at least helped to have Ginny close. “Have you talked to mum recently?” he asked, taking another bite of egg. “I haven’t told her about the attack, though I suppose some official letter probably got sent out.” He stuttered over the word attack. Everyone seems so hesitant to talk about it outright. It was all hushed rumors with no one completely knowing what actually happened. “She’ll probably faint,” he muttered dejectedly. The last thing he wants is to cause her more stress.

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hermione:

Hermione couldn’t help but laugh a bit at the crack in Ron’s voice, albeit well-intentioned. It was almost comforting to know that some things never changed, especially came to Ron and his sweet, dorky smile and his ability to ease her nerves a little just by being in the same room. It was an oddity, and she half-wondered if things would have been different if she had pursued a relationship after all was said and done after the war instead of playing this game where neither of them wanted to talk about what had happened deep in the Chamber of Secrets that night.

“Right,” she agreed, hooking arms with him amicably, “Maybe we can catch Harry there if we hurry.” If he would show up. The unsaid condition hung in the air uncomfortably, especially as she hadn’t seen him as often as she was used to since returning. Still, she liked to remain positive on that front

She quickly changed the subject back to him, trying to keep the mood light as they made their way to the Great Hall. “Now, please tell me you’ve been behaving yourself so far,” she chided him teasingly, craning her neck to look at him with raised brows, “I mean, at least you’re studying. I have to say, you’ve thoroughly impressed me with that one.”

Ron could feel his cheeks redden at her praise, even if it was teasing. “I’m not sure you’d be as impressed if you saw the progress I actually made, but I’ll take the compliment,” he muttered. His blush wasn’t helped by the weight of her arm in his, distracting, but he focused on one step in-front of the other as they made their way down the corridor, shoes echoing on the stone floor. He nodded at the mention of Harry. “Maybe we’ll run into him. It would be nice to relax, the three of us,” he responded, attempting nonchalance. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to see Harry, quite the opposite. He thought of how ( understandably ) distant his friend had been since the war. He missed his presence quite often. But whatever unresolved tension was between Ron and Hermione seemed to somewhat dissipate at Harry’s presence and he was left to wonder if Hermione would rather not be alone with him. They hadn’t ever talked about the... the kiss. Was she having regrets? She was usually so straight to the point. Ron’s mind couldn’t help but wander to the startling image of Harry and Hermione the horcrux had played before him all those months ago. He knew a million times over that it wasn’t reality, but it still made him uneasy, placing doubts in his mind. Just because Hermione wasn’t with Harry, didn’t mean she desired Ron. Krum could be a possibility, did they still talk? Or some other dashing wizard could sweep her off her feet. There were plenty of fish in the sea, so to speak and he was a dime a dozen. He shook his head slightly, trying to ignore these thoughts, push them back. After all, there were more pressing matters on hand than what Hermione felt towards him. Like lunch, and the fact that his stomach had let out a rather loud growl. 

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