Who: Ron Weasley and anyone. What: Job hunting. When: Afternoon. Where: Streets, just outside of an italian sort of restaurant. Rating: TBD. Status: In progress.
He had spent the longest time living in denial. This thing here was temporary. The big city? The United States? It was all just some silly little vacation and he'd be back in that little tent holed up in the middle of nowhere with nothing but Harry and Hermione to keep him company. It had been the high point of his entire stay here. This wasn't forever. He was going back. But, as it seemed, Ron had been stuck here for quite a while now. He'd been living off of people, keeping his head up for signs of his friends and family, and he had, most importantly, been ignoring everything that had been going on around him. But it was time to make a change. Ron was tired of pretending. He'd already been in this place for a few months now and it looked as though there was nothing more that he could do for himself other than settle back and hope for the best.
"Bloody hell," Ron muttered irritably, "I'm starting to sound like a sodding Hufflepuff." He had just stepped out of a fancy little italian restaurant, best known for it's expensive meals and bite size portions. After two minutes on the inside, Ron had come to the simple conclusion that he'd rather not work in a place where he'd watch the customers within starve to death for twice the money they could spend on a proper meal. So he shuffled on out, hit the sidewalk, and decided to take himself elsewhere. There had to be a job in this city that a wizard, with practically no muggle expertise, could manage. Head bowing down to look at the newspaper with all of the job locations listed, Ron squinted off at the print and read through some of the lines. Nothing seemed appealing. Babysitter? Come on. Dog walker? No thanks.
Grumbling under his breath, Ron found himself so distracted with the task at hand that he had completely lost focus on the direction in which he was walking. Suddenly, as he glanced up from the paper, he found himself standing in the middle of the street with a car lurching its way toward him at an alarmingly fast rate.