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

Ron eyed Dean a bit, wondering if he was a bit too removed from the situation because he didn't have nightmares nor did Seamus. Even though Ron and Hermione weren't having them he still had a pretty good idea as to what was going on. Dean acted like he hadn't even been at the meeting though and while Ron understood not wanting to think about all this too much, it sounded odd. But he was here and offering to help so that was something. "So far what we've been saying seems to be about right, at least from what I saw - it seems to all fit, except for the two different women. That doesn't mean that Pandora doesn't have someone working for her though, which could always be the case."

He nodded at that. He knew how dramatic Lavender could be so she might not be too happy about people disregarding her accusation, true or not. "I don't know how she'll feel. I don't know anything about this bird she was talking about so I couldn't say one way or another. If she was having visions about Pandora before everyone else was even aware of her, that's something to consider, but obviously that doesn't make her a suspect. It does make her a bit odd though." He shrugged. He didn't ever think much of Divination or Seers for that matter. "It's great though, if we can get something from Lavender's memory. If it was Pandora, well - honestly I'd rather it wasn't. Just because it would be something less to worry about. No offense to Lavender, it would just mean we wouldn't be dealing with Pandora popping into people's fireplaces."

Ron sat down across from Dean and nodded. He pulled out his wand and closed his eyes. He had never done this before but he'd been told how to do it so hopefully he could get it right. He concentrated on the memory of Penelope's murder, on the night he had walked in on the murderer and let it settle on the forefront of his mind. He placed his wand at his temple and slowly pulled back, an odd sensation taking over his mind as the memory seemed to slip from his consciousness until he could not seem to remember it at all. He opened his eyes and saw the memory dangling from his wand tip and placed it into the pensieve. "Well, that's it."