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Ron Weasley (pawnography) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

The knight shattered with a silent scream and a sort of spectacular amount of debris. Ron winced, though tonight he was only a spectator. Maybe more of a coach or something? Whatever he was, he was trying to put his leadership role to good use and was compiling a mental list of constructive things to say to the players when they had finished their match.

To be honest, Ron hoped he didn't forget what he wanted to say; it was a mental list because he had forgotten to bring a quill. Or anything to write on.

Movement at the door caught Ron's eye and he frowned, seeing who it was. Just great, he thought. What in the name of Merlin's baggy balls is he doing here?

Resolving himself, Ron strolled over, and he might just pulled himself up to his full height with his internal Hermione telling him to stop slouching. "Are you lost?"