WEASLEY, ron b. (

Ron grunted as he felt the foot pushing his neck and face down into the ground and into the pool of blood. He was breathing it in through his nose and mouth and coughing on it. He wanted to say something back to tell her he didn't give a shite what she thought but it was a little difficult when his sinuses and lungs were filling with someone else's blood.

She was right; he was going to have nightmares about this. Not so much the woman but Penelope and the fact that he was too late to save her. And probably breathing in her blood. He wouldn't give her the satisfaction of knowing that though.

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