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

Ron rolled his eyes and grabbed the firewhisky bottle and instead of pouring it into the glass he just took a swig from the bottle to spite his sister for calling him an idiot. He grabbed another sandwich as well.

"Because everyone has an agenda now. You wanted to see if I was okay. You saw that entry in the journals since the privacy hexes weren't working and you wanted to make sure I'm not going nutters since Harry—" he still had trouble saying it aloud, so when the word tumbled out of his mouth, it was stuttered, "d-died. Dean's dragging me out for a drink later on and he's going to ask the same bloody questions everyone else does. 'Are you alright, Ron?' No, I'm not sodding alright, my best fucking mate is dead for Merlin's sake, why the hell would I be alright?

"But it's not like you can do anything," he finished and drank from the bottle again.