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WEASLEY, ron b. (pigwidgeoned) wrote in pandorarpg,

Ron wasn't exactly the cleanliest person to begin with, but recently he had given up on keeping his flat polished altogether. He hadn't had his laundry done in days and he left them lying about haphazardly and there were dishes with food stuck to them in the kitchen area. It had only been a few days but he was well on his way to being rather disgusting and if his mother knew, she'd have thrown a fit—and come over to clean.

Ron groaned and rolled over in his bed. He had no idea what time it was but he knew it was too early to be awake by his standards. He had told her not to come over, of course he knew that she would anyway, but he assumed she'd have the decency to come at a time that was not before even birds woke up. What was wrong with her? He flopped off the bed and looked for a pair of pajama bottoms and a t-shirt and made his way to the living room.

"Haven't you got anything better to do than wake me up at some ridiculous hour, Ginevra? Why are you even awake this early?" Ron sat down at the barstool with a loud yawn, not bothering to cover his mouth. His face was full of stubble, not because he wanted to grow a beard really, but because he hadn't bothered to shave since he'd heard about Harry. He scratched at his chin and looked at his sister through half open eyelids.