InsaneJournal

RP: Communication
Who: Ron Weasley, Hermione Granger
What: Walking, talking.
Where: The Burrow (and surrounding area)
When: Sunday afternoon
Rating: SFW

Twenty-five didn't really feel any different to twenty-four. Or any different at all, really. To tell the truth, Ron had felt older than that for a while.

But he was never too old to read any of his Martin Miggs comics, which is what he was doing now, sprawled out on his bed and contemplating sneaking downstairs for a second helping of sticky toffee pudding. Finishing one issue, he slipped it back into its protective cover and fished out the next from the storage box; this was one of his favourite storylines and he was regretting that it had been so long since he had reread it.

"Ronald!" Hearing his mother holler his name up the stairs, Ron tried to sit up but only succeeded in half falling off the bed. "Yeah?" he yelled, struggling to get himself upright.

"Hermione's here to see you." Molly Weasley managed to convey something in her tone that suggested she didn't like the idea of Hermione going up to Ron's bedroom alone, even if they were both in their mid-twenties.

Ron tossed his comic aside, then regretted it a second later. "I'll be right down!" he shouted, grabbing the magazine to put it away properly.