Ron W. (likeaboyscout) wrote in plagued_logs, @ 2016-09-04 20:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1999 september, neville longbottom, ron weasley |
WHO Ron and OPEN
WHAT Ron is on 'patrol' and heartbroken.
WHEN Sunday?
WHEREHogsmeade - three broomsticks
WHY because Fran said so.
"So. Uhm. Rebecca?" Ron asked, suddenly a nervous teenager in front of a pretty girl that he liked. For the past few months he'd built up a persona within the community as someone with a bit of swagger and confidence. The guy who was up before the ass-crack of dawn running laps around the block - who was the first to offer to help Mrs. Ken when she wanted to pull her rugs out of the flat and beat them on the side-walk. The strange guy who worked for pocket change at the Chinese delivery when he wasn't at.. whatever work it was he did. 'Training' was as much as he let out, and most had figured he was some kind of suit-and-tie soldier. A spy from Scotland, America or Korea. It didn't explain the accent, but it would make sense of his inability to grasp mobile phones or making change. He worked on it, and after the summer had passed, he near-about fit in.
But Ron was still a teenager, technically, and had a hell of a crush on Rebecca - the coffee girl at the corner market. "So. I'm free tonight. I don't know if you are, but The Sixth Sense is in theaters, and uhm. Well." Was it always this hard? Was hitting on a girl, asking her out for a movie (what Mr. Lee had suggested) and a bite to eat this difficult?" His ears turned red, as did the rest of Ron's face, and he started to dig out change for the coffee she sat on the counter.
Rebecca's smile softened into something more real, and a flash of pity crossed her expression. "Ronald." She answered softly, "Donnie Lee took me to go see that when it came out." Donnie Lee, Mr. Lee's oldest son - in University across the city. Donnie Lee, who Ron was taking place of for the Chinese deliveries. Donnie Lee, who took Rebecca out to the movies. Probably when Ron was out running his ass off with the god-damned aurors. She continued, "He takes me to see all the movies. We've... Ronald. You work for Mr. Lee, you have to know we've been going out for a while."
"Right. I mean. Right. Of course. I knew that." Ron put out the money for the coffee on the counter. He couldn't even look at her now.
"Ronald. Take the coffee- it's on the house-"
"No no no. It's okay, I pay for my coffee, I'm a paying customer, like everyone else. It's fine. I mean. I just didn't know - Donnie seems like a neat guy is all. He's going to Uni for medical yeah? A doctor, yeah? Save people and all that?" He was babbling. He had to get out of the shop. He had to get out of the block, he needed to get petrol, drive for a bit, figure this out. He had to just... something. "I gotta go. Got some extra training today. You take care now, yeah? I'll see you in a bit. You take care. Bye Rebecca."
He fumbled his way out of the shop, pulled the heavy door of his van open and crumpled onto the couch. Fuck it all. Fuck his mates and their suggestions. Fuck pretty girls, fuck a normal life- he was best to be with Lav once a month anyway. Just screw her and go back to work. No one would take him serious anyway.
Leaving the drink untouched, he reached for his journal - and instead of the miseries of his classmates, Ron saw the note from his boss, his trainer. The reason he didn't even notice that prick hitting on Rebecca when he wasn't looking. Fine. He'd go to Hogsmeade, three broomsticks had firewhiskey - he might even get them to serve it in a butterbeer glass.
A couple hours later, he was still there, sitting on a stool - 'watching' making sure none of the kids got into trouble. A few drinks in he didn't even care about Rebecca, Donnie Lee or any of those muggles. He was a wizard after all. "Here." He turned back to the barkeep, "Can I get another?" He reached into his pocket - looking for a gallon or a sickle. Instead he found a couple pound notes crumpled up, not a proper silver in sight. "Can you uh. Make change?"