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

Ron didn't really like to consider what they had to face in Harry's bedroom, but there really wasn't anything else to left to do. The bulk of his items would be in there, especially the most personal of them all that they had to be certain did not get lost in transition. Ron heaved a sigh and put his arm around Hermione's shoulders and without actually answering her question, he directed her to the bedroom door that stood slightly ajar.

This time he pushed it open, and with a small squeeze of her shoulder he helped her step inside. Harry had always been fairly simple, so the room was just functional as a bedroom, garnering a bed, a night stand, a dresser for his clothes and his old school trunk which Ron knew he still kept in his room more out of habit than necessity because Ron still had his too. In the far corner the Firebolt was leaning up against the wall and once Ron saw it he couldn't bring himself to do anything but sit on the bed, dragging Hermione down with him because he had yet to let go of her. He kept opening his mouth but he could not find anything to say. There just wasn't a thing that was appropriate.