it's raining, raining; Date & Time: September 12 | evening Post Type: RP Status: Closed: Complete Character(s): Ron Weasley and Harry Potter Location: The Lion's Den (their flat) Summary: It's been a long week and Harry and Ron have not had enough chance to talk.
It had been just over a week now since the deaths of five prominent members of his department, and Harry couldn't decide if it felt like more or less time had passed since then. The sheer number of hours he had put in and the piles of work he had accomplished in the past week stretched out like a vast expanse in his mind. On the other hand, the shock of it all had not yet worn off and the rumours had only multiplied. There was still no word on cause of death, and it was causing unease, not least among the newest recruits, whose induction into the department had been so ominously overshadowed by disaster.
Harry was completely exhausted from the week but nevertheless largely unable to sleep. He'd spent the day shuffling around the flat, doing the odd essential task like showering or cooking, and once in a while lying restlessly on his bed in hopes of catching a stray half an hour. He'd thought about contacting Ginny, who was on his mind even more than usual since her hospital visit earlier in the week, but as he was set to see her the next day he thought that might come off as a little needy.
He'd barely spoken to Ron today, even though they'd both been home the entire time and even shared meals. They'd both apparently been caught up in their own thoughts. Harry had thought Ron seemed rather agitated earlier in the day; he discovered about halfway through when Ron had entreated him to get Fernando, Harry's owl, to send a letter to Hermione. Harry, hoping to keep the floor clean and fingers intact, had of course obliged, though he hadn't asked much about the letter.
Ron was ensconced on his sofa, and Harry wandered his way over there and flopped wearily onto it. "Oi," was all he could come up with.