Characters: Ron & Open Setting: Hogsmeade Content: SFW, mind a new tobacco habit. Summary: Ron needs time to think.
Ron was never the smart one of the group. That wasn't his slot to fill, and he knew it. Intelligent, yeah he was intelligent- bright enough to play chess like a pro. But smart? The kind that went about saving the world and getting them all in so much trouble? No, that was not his forte. Now that Harry was back, was here with them (In the 1940s of all times, for Merlin's sake) he took a welcome reprieve from having to worry about it all.
It was evening in Diagon Alley, and the summer besides. The twilighting sunset would take another two hours before it became dark, but that did not stop the locals from beginning to close shop. Hours were shorter back now then on home, but the drinks were richer in taste, and the meals more filling. The people may walk past each other in fear, but it was a different kind than he remembered, and even though different, it was still a familiar feeling. He leaned against the outside of their building, on the patio area where the couples and loners sat outside to drink their suppers and smoke the rest. The pipe had come with the jacket, but knowledge of how to use it...?
Like he said, Ron was never the smart one.
He watched an elderly wizard fill his twice before trying himself, smoking was supposed to be calming. Right?