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

Ron nodded, knowing that what she said was true as well. It was going to be difficult at first. Maybe the entire time they were packing up his things, but it was something that needed to be done for Harry. Ron would hate himself if he let Harry's things get thrown out because he was too sodding chicken to face them. He was supposed to be a Gryffindor, after all.

As for making it all real, he didn't know what to say to that, because he still sometimes forgot that Harry was gone. There were mornings he woke and thought about owling or going to Harry's flat only to remember that it remained empty like it was right now in front of them. So instead he just squeezed her hand and watched as she opened the door, cringing as it sounded like the loudest thing in the world to him, though it probably was an exaggeration on his part.

Ron stepped inside because he knew if he didn't neither of them ever would. He pulled the Deluminator from his pocket and clicked it, instantly creating light within the flat which he had collected from one of the spare bedrooms of Shell Cottage the last time he'd visited Bill. He wasn't sure why he remembered that, but it at least seemed fitting that Harry's flat be lit from another family member's home. "It feels so empty," Ron said, standing in the middle of the living room which once felt so warm and inviting to the two of them. Now he almost felt like he didn't belong there anymore. In fact, "It doesn't really feel like Harry's anymore," he said quietly, not really thinking about what he was saying.