Mod!Dena (despair_mod_d) wrote in despairrp, @ 2007-12-30 03:51:00 |
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Who: Harry and Ron
When:
Where: The Leaky Cauldron
Status: In Progress
Rating: Pg-13ish
Summary: Harry and Ron meet for drinks
Ron
Harry
Ron slung an old, grubby robe over his shoulders and headed out of his one room flat above his brother’s old joke shop. Chewing on some droobles, he made his way down the creaky stairs and out into the cold winds of Diagon Alley. Yawning, he turned right and headed towards the Leaky Cauldron. The wind was fierce and his ears felt like they might fall off at any given moment. He hunched over, pulling the hood of his robe over his flaming red hair.
Tapping the bricks, he made his way into the pub. It was warm and smelled of ale and cabbage. “Alright Tom?” he asked.
“Just fine. Your usual Ron?”
Ron nodded and sat down in his favorite spot by the roaring fire and tried to warm his cold hands. He tapped his foot, nervously waiting for Harry to arrive.
Harry almost started drinking from the moment he'd come back from the Ministry. It wasn't unusual. He was a bundle of nerves. Some great hero, he thought to himself, then stopped. Davis--TRACEY--told him to knock it off with the pity party. Maybe she was right. And it was wrong to see Ron while completely arseholed already. The whole point of this was to get good and arseholed together.
Harry made his way down stairs to the main room of the Leaky; it wasn't hard to miss Ron's bright shock of hair near the fire. He sat next to him, nodding over to Tom. "The usual, yeah?" he said quietly to the keep on hs way there, ignoring the look of surprise when Harry actually sat down near his former mate.
"Hey."
Ron didn't see Harry come but wasn't at all startled by his arrival. He took a moment and looked him over before glancing away. "You've looked better," he muttered, feeling guilty. He should've been there but, as usual, managed to muck it all up.
He coughed and looked at Harry before glancing back down. "Look, mate, I'm sorry alright. I should've..." Ron coughed again. "Should've been there."
"We've both looked better," Harry said. He finally allowed himself to take a good, long look at Ron. "You look like death warmed over, mate," he said.
He was quiet as Ron stammered out his apology. Yeah. Ron should have been there...but he should have been there for Ron, too. "I think," he said as Tom brought over their drinks, "that we've spent too much time knocking the piss out of ourselves for everything that happened. I--should have been there too, yeah?" Harry shrugged as he picked up his drink. "Question is...what are we going to do about it?"
He took a quick drink from his whiskey...the first drink since Davis had happened to wander into the Leaky to see him arse over tit slobbering drunk.
Ron nodded. "Yeah," he grunted. "Been a hard time what with the ministry and all..." He took a drink and looked around. It was quiet today and not many people were here. He looked over at Harry and lowered his voice.
"People've been talking mate," he muttered. "They want to help...to do something."
He shook his head. "This...whatever the bloody fuck it is, just isn't right."
He met Harry's gaze. "We've got to do something. I mean, people like George and Bell are putting their lives on the line...we have to too."
Harry sighed. That seemed to be a recurring theme. People wanted to help. Everyone wanted HIM to do something. "I know, Ron. I know But what? Things at the Misntry aren't tough...they're bloody well awful. You think we work where we do as sheer coincedence?" He took another long drink. "There's only one thing to do...but how can we without..."
He sighed and tossed down half his drink. They needed Hermione. Harry had said for years, it wasn't all him who'd done it...he wasn't as talented as everyone seemed to want him to be.
"I know what George and Katie are doing. They sic me on them every day, don't they?" If there was any one thing Harry was most ashmaed of, it was that. Being Bellatrix Lestrange's hired OIrder-hunting dog rankled something awful.
"No," he muttered. "This is--whatever it is--isn't fucking right." He lowereed his voice a little more. "I've...heard...people still think I can do something."