Ginny and Ronnie
Ronnie was down the street, smoking from the joint she had just bought. Thank Merlin she had friends who had sleeping issues too. Her dealer was only too willing to give her the drugs she wanted, no questions asked about why she was there so early. Once she could feel it starting to hit her, just enough to be calm, she put it out and cast a charm on herself so she didn't reek of the smoke. If she was lucky, she'd be able to get through today with no one knowing, and then she'd be gone.
She made her way to the Burrow, walking into the lopsided house with more ease than she would have with her parents house. They were already setting up for the wedding, and Ronnie didn't let her eyes linger. Jewllian should be here with her. He would hated it and she would have given him so much shit for it, and it would have- She let out an angry huff, willing the marijuana to work faster.
After she knocked on Ginny's door, she peeked her head in, a small smile on her face. "Hey. You ready?" She took a seat on the bed, letting her bag drop to the floor. She pulled one leg against her chest, her hands playing with the ties on her boots. "Do you think I'll need to walk down the aisle with a bin for vomit, or will there be one up there for us?" The teasing came easily, and the weed made sure that her smile was a bit more genuine than it would have been if she was sober.