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Post by Roslyn Levere on Feb 14, 2009 21:02:55 GMT
*Sitting on a bench just outside the Three Broomsticks, quill in hand, scribbling fiercely across a half filled page of her journal. A light frown, creases Roslyn's face.* Roslyn had gone through yet another boring day. Nothing out of the ordinary. The same morning routine of waking, cleaning, showering, eating then heading off to work. Same endless hours standing on her feet at the bookstore, helping whoever needed her assistance. Same everything.
And though Roslyn had never expected anything to change, she couldn't erase the disappointment in her heart. It seemed as the days wore on, she found herself more and more dissatisfied with her life.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Feb 21, 2009 18:52:10 GMT
Ron was still distressed over the whole Harry thing, not having heard a word from Hermione or Harry, only thinking the worst had occurred as Snape mentioned. Stumbling with a massive hangover headache, Ron did not look his best, even if he was the youngest of the Weasley boys, always having hand me downs, Ron took pride to look his best, as much as he could, to say the least. Leaning against the cold stone wall of what appeared to be a bookstore, he ran his long fingers through his fiery red hair, messing it up more then what it already was.
Closing his eyes, a huge sigh escaped his pouting lips. Nothing could be worst then his life at the moment. He had lost his best friend and the woman he loved all in one day, so it seemed. He had not heard from his sister or brothers, having no idea what was happening to his own family. Ron was just in an endless spiral of depression, with no way of escaping. |
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Feb 21, 2009 19:46:49 GMT
Having heard the heavy footsteps, but not having the will to look up just yet, Roslyn's curiosity was soon peaked. *Sighing for the second time that day, she finally looked up, surprised to see a man with shocking red hair leaning against the bookstore.*
Clearly just by the red hair alone, it was obvious the man was somehow related to the Weasleys. In fact, as memories of her days at Hogwarts were recalled, his face was one of the few she could recall. Ronald Weasley. It was quite hard to forget a Weasley child. Aside from the fact that he'd seemed to come from nowhere, the position he was in is what surprised her the most. He didn't seem well.
"Ronald?"
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Post by Ron Weasley on Feb 22, 2009 8:24:43 GMT
Ron did not seem to notice anybody around him, but a black vortex of doom. His knees finally could not handle his own weight and slumped over to the ground with a hard clump. Hogsmeade brought back to many memories, painful memories of the trio together, getting into trouble, saving lives...but that was all in the past, never to see the two again. Leaning to the side, he hurled the last that was in his system but only to increase the pounding ache in his head.
At the sound of his name, the blood shot blue eyes looked up seeing a familiar face, but not able to recognize it immediately. That beautiful face, how could he forget it, but his heart only thought of one person and it pounded at the thought of her wet, cold body laying on the ground surrounded by Death Eaters. "Go away..." he grumbled, looking away and wanting to wallow in his own misery. Perhaps, he could sneak into Hogwarts and just dive into the lake, letting the giant squid have a little snack. Quick and painless death, that way he could be reunited with his true love. |
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Feb 22, 2009 15:58:58 GMT
Her thoughts went into overload the moment he collapsed, now confirming her assumptions of him not being well. Panic, is the single emotion that went through her at the moment, as she rushed to his side. ' Go away. ' Was the grumbled reply she got in response to the call of his name. Taking no offense at all, excusing it to the fact that he was upset, Roslyn knelt by the broken man.
She didn't touch him, not wanting him to snap at her, still she stayed close enough. "Ronald what happened to you?" Worry, and concern laced her voice.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Feb 24, 2009 4:27:47 GMT
Everything was registering way to quickly, but he did not bother to move. At the sound of his name again, his red puffy blue eyes looked up at the woman, the childhood crush returning but only for a mere second. Without wanting to think any longer, Ron threw his arms around Roslyn, weeping like a little girl onto her shoulder. She felt warm, smelled like butterbeer, and soft. "She's gone..." he wailed in agony, his heart hurting with every beat it took.
"Not only did my best mate betrayed me, he killed her" holding onto to Roslyn even tighter, he could not stop the tears from falling, he had not expressed how he felt to anybody and he was a time bomb waiting to explode at that persist moment. |
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Feb 24, 2009 4:37:10 GMT
Not used to people crying, let alone on her shoulder, Roslyn decided to try her best to comfort Ronald. Though she didn't know him well, she couldn't help but feel sorry for him. *Wrapping her arms around him, she shushed him gently, and rubbed his back; much like she remembered her Grandmother doing for her when she was a child*
Roslyn didn't bother speaking, figuring he would continue talking until he got whatever else it was burdening him off his chest. Aside from that, she didn't really know what to say.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Feb 25, 2009 5:32:49 GMT
Anger soon hit Ron, only revenge clouding his thoughts, "He was suppose to be the chosen one, the one that was suppose to save us from...from..." he dare not say his name, still to coward though Hermione always told him Voldemort was nothing to fear, but look where she ended, used by the Order of the Phoenix and dead. Pulling away from Roslyn, Ron wiped his eyes and snot on the back of his sleeve trying hard to regain is composure. "So...sor...sorry" he mumbled, clearing his through though the tears still dripped out of his eyes. The loss was to much and he was not going to be able to handle it much longer.
"Ma...may I please have some...some...something to dr...drink?" Ron stuttered in his usual nervous tone, but it was not from nerves. Ron felt exhausted and just wanted to sleep. |
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Feb 25, 2009 7:52:39 GMT
"I don't have anything on me, unfortunately." *Roslyn frowned, then stood helping him up* "Come on now, I'll take you to the Leakey Cauldron. You can rest, and clean yourself up there. I'll pay." There was no way she could leave him on the streets. Especially in his state.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Feb 26, 2009 5:08:42 GMT
Leaky Cauldron, pay....a red flag went up, his memories slipping into his head until he found the one that he needed, Death Eaters were using the popular pub and the walls have ears, literally if they used his older brothers invention. "No...no I...I..." he tried to explain why he could not go there, pulling himself up with Roslyn's help. "Mum..." sure blame Molly, not like she had seen her son in what felt like months. "I...I shou...should go b...back to the....to....back home." grunting with frustration, Ron thought he sounded like a mentally challenged boy who could not speak, he only stuttered when nervous and currently, that was not one of his emotions.
"Please..." he begged looking into Roslyn's eyes. He did not want to be left alone, but he could not walk into the Cauldron with open arms just to be hooked and reeled in. |
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Feb 26, 2009 5:12:39 GMT
Would you rather go to my place Ronald?" *Roslyn held a patient look on her face, keeping her voice gentle.* "You look a wreck, and I'm sure you need rest. If you go back home like this, your parents will worry themselves to death over you."
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Post by Ron Weasley on Mar 5, 2009 4:19:59 GMT
Home, Ron pondered that thought for a moment. Did he even have a home to go to anymore? It felt like ages since he had seen his parents or siblings. What of Ginny? To many things were swimming in his head as his red fire hair fell into his face as he nodded. Going to her place would be nice, nobody would suspect Ronald Weasley there and he would be safe, even for one night. "please" he whispered, pushing himself on the wall to get up and stumbled to stay upright. |
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Post by Roslyn Levere on Mar 5, 2009 4:32:38 GMT
*Taking even greater pity on the man, Roslyn reached out to help him, placing one of his arms over her shoulder.* "Just lean against me." She didn't feel like he was stable enough to withstand apparition, with out tumbling over and hurting himself. *Without waiting for a response, Roslyn apparated them both to her home.*
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