Ron Weasley (lastronstanding) wrote in flippedrpg, @ 2012-11-03 21:05:00 |
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Entry tags: | ch: mercy: ron weasley, ch: regen: hermione granger, p: giles, p: kit |
Who: Ron Weasley Mercy, Hermione Granger Regen
What: A chance run-in?
Where: The Beach
When: Saturday, around sunset
Warnings: likely mild profanity
Status: Incomplete
The water was so impossibly blue, if "blue" was even the right word for the color of the tropical seas around them. Azure? Turquoise? Cerulean? Everything here was just bright in a way Ron had only ever imagined before, more so even than he could have guessed at based on faded pictures in old books and magazines he’d collected sometimes. It seemed an especially cruel contrast with the general feeling around the Compound. The Scientists had sent so many people home this time, and so many from his own extended family, Ron couldn’t help but be reminded of the Plague year or the starving times right after, when it was something of a miracle to wake up each morning and find that everyone else you knew had done the same.
After the shock of the Flip, he’d spent some time gathering supplies (well, supplies of a more practical bent than the ones Om had provided, though he’d hung onto those too) and securing them in a safe place on the island, just in case the Scientists decided to strand them here like Robinson Crusoe or the Swiss Family Robinson. Now he was just appreciating the view, appreciating the warmth (even if sun wasn’t doing his Weasley complexion any favors), and keeping tabs on things in his journal. At this particular moment he was just sitting on the edge of a spot of beach, in his swim trunks, watching the sun set and wondering if he should give the water a try before it got too dark. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d actually taken a swim for fun . . . to bathe out in the wilds, sometimes, yeah. Maybe not since the Burrow, when Charlie had first insisted on teaching him how . . .
“Water, water everywhere . . .”
It seemed an apt metaphor for life in the Compound.