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ronald bilius weasley, twenty. former gryffindor. currently coming to an end at working at www/beginning auror training

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  There was something soothing about walking through a mass of people, Hannah always thought. Maybe because it required some attention, not enough to be fully focused, but enough to distract themselves every so slightly. 

What was ironic, though, that the thing - or person - she was trying to distract herself from was walking on the same street. 

As soon as her eyes fell on the red-haired boy (or man, she was still uncertain what to call herself and others), she found herself stopping abruptly for a short moment, which ended up with the wizard behind her stepping on her ankle. As she moved out of the crowd to avoid any more situations like the former, she contemplated going over - maybe more contact was for the better. It only took a few steps to the left to reach him.

"You know, I always loved the chocolate flavour here," she murmured softly. "Uh - maybe I could treat you?"

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Ron hesitated at that voice. It wasn't one that was too familiar. Certainly, they'd spent seven years of school together, but Hannah Abott wasn't usually someone he spoke with. Seen,certainly, but they'd both always had their different group of friends regardless. So it was almost ironic, really, that the ministry thought them a good fit. 

Not that the ministry had any sense at all. Because they most certainly didn't.

Still, he couldn't put any of the blame of his feelings on that to her. Even if he was mad it wasn't her fault-- but that did make the shift in his posture and the momentary frown somewhat more evident. Glancing back at her, he dropped his hand and considered for the briefest of moments.

"Yeah, uh, well, we'd come here sometimes shopping," he mumbled thickly, "but s'fine. I was just thinking."

A pause. How do you continue from here?

Even reading a whole book on dealing with girls Ron still couldn't wrap his mind about what he wanted to say in this situation. It was too foreign. If only it could be avoided forever, right? And since she was here before him it wasn't like he could turn away now, either.

"Shopping," he finally managed, decidedly, "that what you doing?"

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Together Again // Ron & Ginny

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  Ginny was once again roaming around Diagon Alley without any destination, just hoping she would run into someone she knew even a little. She needed someone to talk to, even if it was just something very mundane and pointless. Ginny was done feeling lonely and bored and just sort of depressed. It was time to move on from Fred’s death, as cruel as it sounded. And there was no holding back anymore.

So as she woke up that morning, she got up fairly fast, ate pretty fast, took a shower pretty fast and got dressed pretty fast. Ginny was out of the house in five minutes, and in no time she was in Diagon Alley. 

She had know idea what to do once she got there. Maybe she could stop by at Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes, to check on George. Yeah, that’s what she was going to do. Even if not seeing Fred around would hurt like hell.

But as she was heading towards the shop, she recognized a familiar face. Or actually, a familiar mess of ginger hair. Ron. Careful not to make any sound, Ginny crept behind him and then quickly jumped to his back. “Hello Won Won!” She exclaimed, laughing.

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Unfortunately for him, Ron didn't see any familiar features  before they were suddenly there. The fortune of it wasn't really to be seen quite yet, since he whirled around and it was only through quick reflexes he didn't do something regrettable later. Letting out a puff of breath, he scowled at the girl-- woman-- before her.

"Oi, don't do that," he shot.

A beat passed and he quickly amended, "and don't call me that, either." He stuffed his hands in his pockets, for a moment glancing over his sister's head to take in the surrounding alley and then turning his eyes back to her. Worry wasn't difficult, it was something natural and stifling. Even if she seemed okay he still couldn't shake it. Especially lately.

"What are you doing out here?" He said, scowl finally slipping from his visage, "gotta have something else to do around here by now, right?"

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After some time crashing at Grimmauld Place with Harry immediately following her final year at Hogwarts, Hermione decided that her job and steady income would allow her a place of her own at this point. She got a flat in Diagon Alley, a couple blocks from the main hub bub of the shops. She wasn’t used to being on her own, but she was always independent, and she enjoyed making it as homey as she could: decorating it with small things from her parents’ house, wall pictures of her friends and muggle art, a few potted plants along the window sills with a myriad of different cozy places to read. She always preferred when Ron stayed over, though. He livened it up immensely. 

On her way home from stopping for a drink at the Leaky Cauldron, she spotted her tall, red-headed boyfriend halted near a shop window. She paused, taking in his distracted gaze off into the distance and took a second before diving at him. “Ronald!” She called, excitedly. It was difficult for them since the law was announced; obviously, the fact that she was now bonded to his brother would cause a rift in the relationship. But she still loved him and was happy to see him after going a few days without seeing him. 

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Things had changed. That's what the ice cream shoppe had always reminded him of. Especially recently, with each of the trio separating their own ways even marginally. But for a person so yearning for things to stay the same it was difficult to adjust...

..And then he was quickly drawn out of the things he wanted to stay the same. It was difficult looking at his brother every day recently. Then when he hard her voice it still did that weird awkward twist. Elation, but it was also mixed with some sort of... He couldn't put his finger on it, couldn't put a name to the feeling.

He tried shoving it away. At least he was good at that much and if he just pretended then it was fine. Not that that was fair to anyone.

Managing a smile and a raised brow he raised a hand slightly. "Someone's excitable today, eh?" He said lightly, teasingly. Ignoring all else he could at least try and be himself, right?

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Susan had been walking back from the Leaky Cauldron after dropping in to walk to the owner who assured her they would send an owl letting her know if she got the job or not in the next day or so.

She was just passing the ice cream shop when she spotted the familiar red hair of one Ronald Weasley. She walked up behind him and tapped him on the shoulder, he seemed a little out of it and she didn’t blame him. Everyone seemed a little off these days, ever since the new law was announced along with new partners. And seeing as she was to be married to Ron’s best friend, she figured she should at least say hi.

Ron's thoughts were abrupted with a start. Frowning in a confusion, he glanced behind him having to suppress the reflexive action to go for his wand. Even with the war over and the time the trio had spent on edge in the tent over, it was still difficult to remember sometimes. But the figure behind him was familiar, at least.

It wasn't like they spoke much before, though, so he's stuck waffling a moment uncertainly. "Uh, hi," he said in weak uncertainty, "'m not in your way, am I?"

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It's easy to be upset lately. That much is easiy. It wasn't long ago that Fred had died and it was an even shorter time since things changed even more. Everything was ridiculous and there wasn't really anything he could do about it, right?

Right.

So what was unmistakably some form of sulking was something that was difficult to forge off. It's why as he left Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes his hands easily went to his pockets and he barely paid mind to the people he passed. A soft grunt of apology for any accidental run-ons and a hand went to his neck. 

Massaging it he paused briefly in front of the old ice cream shop,uncertainly.