Ron Weasley (weasleyis) wrote in eighth_rpg, @ 2011-01-05 15:22:00 |
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Entry tags: | harry potter, ron weasley |
Who: Ron Weasley and Harry Potter
What: Chasing phantom Death Eaters and talking about Hermione
Where: Some crazy woman's house
When: Tuesday afternoon
Rating: Low
Ron had signed up as an Auror because it meant tracking down dark wizards and bringing them to justice. He did not sign up to deal with mentally unstable people who wasted his time. However, on this particular Tuesday afternoon, he and Harry were stuck dealing with one such mental woman.
According to the report she had filed, Death Eaters had come by in the middle of the night and stolen her pet crup. The fact that anyone had to even investigate this "incident" was ridiculous. Especially since the crup had turned up an hour before Harry and Ron had even arrived.
But in the absence of real leads, the Ministry was forcing its employees out to any crazy person, no matter how improbable their stories might be, in order to make it look like it was doing something. Right now that entailed putting up wards at the batty woman's house, but they'd finished that fifteen minutes ago. Neither Ron nor Harry were eager to get back to work, with the day almost over. Who knew how many more "sightings" had been filed. And they'd actually chosen the best of them. It was pathetic, really.
"So," Ron said, standing in the yard with Harry, pretending to cast even more wards. "Did I tell you why Hermione went so mental the other day?"
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Harry had signed up to be an Auror, not a babysitter. But all he'd been doing lately was taking callouts to situations that got stupider and stupider as the week went on. Accompanying Ron to the latest stupid situation, he really would have liked to tell the old woman that it was very unlikely that Death Eaters were going to waste their time stealing her ugly little crup, but he didn't think it would make much difference.
Standing in the yard with Ron now they'd done their 'job' and calmed the crazy lady down, who was now sitting down to tea with her most beloved pet, Harry wasn't even pretending to cast any more wards. She probably wasn't looking anyway. Twirling his wand around in his hand and thinking how Hermione would yell at him if she saw it, he looked at Ron when he mentioned her.
"No. Why did Hermione go so mental the other day?"
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"She was jealous," Ron said simply. "Of my connection with Lia."
He lowered his wand and turned to Harry. "I get the entire jealous thing. But apparently there's nothing I could say or do that made that better. Until I get the ring. I think that will help. But when I do you have to tell her that I was planning this a long time before I ever knew she was jealous of Lia, alright?"
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Harry raised his eyebrows. "Jealous of Lia?" He made it sound like the most unbelievable thing ever, which it was.
But both Hermione and Ron had their jealousy issues over the years and they were both mental, so he told himself not to be too surprised. "You could make that part of your little speech, 'Hermione, will you marry me? I promise I thought of this before you were mental and jealous, just ask Harry!'" Grinning at Ron, he shrugged. "Yeah, I'll tell her."
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Ron glared at Harry. "She'd kill me. Then who would go investigate stolen crups with you? Good thing we'd already planned to go out tonight. Maybe we'll actually find something worthwhile."
He sighed, looking back toward the house. "It's cold, and she's not paying attention. Think they'd let us go a few minutes early if we headed back to the Ministry now? I'll need to pick up dinner after work and eat before we go flying."
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Harry just continued to grin at Ron even as he was met with a glare. "Probably," he agreed. "Yeah, good thing we made our own plans seeing as the Auror office obviously has us down as animal control and nothing more. Can you believe there's going to be paperwork at the end of this? Bloody hell. We need to just stamp these kind of reports as 'crazy' then file them in the bin."
Looking back toward the house too, Harry nodded. "She's got no bloody idea, we might as well go. And I'm hungry, so food is a brilliant idea." Looking back at the house one more time to make sure the old lady wasn't looking, he nodded to Ron and then disapparated.