Who: Ronnie and Wayne What: A place to crash...secretly Where: Wayne's Tavern When: Wednesday Afternoon Rating/Status: R. Triple R., Complete
When Wayne wrote to her, it took her a moment to respond. She was currently sitting in a tall tree, using her natural talent of getting into high places to avoid being seen. Sure, it was a little cold, but it was better than nothing. She was waiting for anyone from the Order to contact her so she had some direction, but they were probably waiting until she was not being chased or something.
Once she responded though, she hopped down from the tree easily, shouldering the bag that her father had given her before he left. She didn't think she had ever been more thankful that he had kept some of her mother's extra wands, one of which stuck out of a special wand pocket in some jeans of hers from home. She hadn't taken much, besides a few clothes and the ton of food her father gave her. The clothes were loose, she had lost a lot of weight in Azkaban, something she was hoping wasn't too noticeable.
Ronnie apparrated to the Tavern, pausing to look at herself in a window. A grimace came to her lips. She looked...thinner. She had some scars on her arms. Her eyes didn't look at bright as usual, but all she could hope was that that would change. She pulled the hood of her jacket tighter, covering up her hair as she went inside. Going straight to the bar, she rapped her fingers on it loudly, smiling slightly about being around people. "I'll take some whisky."