Ron Weasley (ronald_bilius) wrote in ageofdarkness, @ 2010-02-28 09:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | ginny weasley, neville longbottom, ron weasley |
WHO: Ron and Neville.
WHAT: FINALLY out of isolation.
WHERE: The Servant Quarters
WHEN: Sunday morning.
WHY: Because someone wants him to be more useful?
RATING: TBD
WARNINGS: TBD
STATUS: Incomplete
It was unlikely anyone would have recognized Ron when he was first brought to the servant's quarters. If anything, he might have looked like a lump of clothes. Though from the way he had been carelessly tossed onto the bed and the loud thump that followed might have indicated that there was an actual person under there.
But the lump didn't move for a while. Ron drifted in and out of consciousness, still recovering from the night before and the crucio spells that had come one after the other, until his mind was so far gone that he could only count the cracks in the stones. It was coming back to him now, slowly, and he made a soft groaning sound before tossing the blanket off his face. He realized, not immediately, that he wasn't in the little cell anymore. He could stretch his feet out, for one, and the temperature in here wasn't below freezing. Aces. At least the snow wasn't on him.
Ron rubbed the back of his hand over his face, grimacing despite himself. There were a few bruises there, but nothing seemed broken. Bloody hell. He was going to break something, as soon as he got his hands on Umbridge... that was her name, wasn't it? He heard someone saying it, at some point, and something in the name made his insides shudder.
As quietly as possible, Ron pushed himself to a sitting position. It took more work than he expected, and he half-expected the chains to yank him back down again... but he wasn't chained. What...? There were indentions in his wrists, but other than that, nothing.... they unchained him? Was he free or something? Another look at the room told Ron otherwise. There were beds everywhere, pushed so close together that he couldn't see where an individual person would sleep. He was on one of the beds, stretched out to the point where he had three beds for himself. Oops. And he'd bled all over one, too. Oh well.
But where was everyone? Calling out seemed to be a stupid idea, so Ron just ran his hand over his face as he tried to work up the strength to actually stand up. His legs shook just thinking about it. Fuck it. He'd just sit here for a little longer.