WEASLEY, ron b. (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} pigwidgeoned) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} pandorarpg, |
Ron hadn't really noticed that the entire time this exchange was happening, he was balling his hands into fists at his sides. When Ernie had first spoken up Ron had looked directly at him and had not stopped staring at him since. It wasn't bad enough that the reason Ron had even signed up to come to this bloody meeting was to confront that git who did not know when to stop prattling on about things he didn't rightly understand, but now he was going on about Hermione, egging her on to go do something reckless and dangerous and talking about how he could protect her? Who the fuck did he think he was anyway?
There were quite a lot of words he wanted to say just then, but most of them were lost on him. All he really felt like doing was smashing Ernie's face in and right now seemed like a perfectly good time to do so. DA meeting or no, he was not going to let someone else make passes at his girlfriend or tell him how he should be acting since his best mate had died. He'd had just about enough of Ernie Macmillan, thank you very much. So instead of saying anything, Ron stood up rather nonchalantly, walked straight up to where Ernie was seated, held his arm down by his waist with his fist up just as Aggie had showed him the day before, moved his fist forward in a straight line toward Ernie and just before he made contact, he twisted his fist downward and let it collide with Ernie's face.