Ron Weasley (redron) wrote in takingamulligan, @ 2010-04-15 17:01:00 |
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Entry tags: | ! need a tag, lavender brown, ron weasley |
Who: Ron and Lavender
When: After classes and arguments and much journal chaos
What: Calming times? Talking, distracting, not punching Harry in the face for sleeping with Ginny.
Where: A window seat in the hall near the prefect's bath.
Rating: Likely 14A for swearing
Status: In progress
With the way Ron's day had started, he wasn't surprised it had gone to shit.
After waking up too late to get food and having to rush striaght to class, the conversation with Lav in his journal cheered him slightly, and did indeed distract him. Finally, blessedly, it was time for lunch, but Ron's glee was short-lived. Not long after, he noticed Harry's journal entry. Things had rather spiraled from there, and it was all Ron had been able to do to keep from tracking his mate down and getting in another fight. Ron was sick of fighting, though, and too late he realized the wards weren't working. Then he had to deal with Ginny, and she was pissed too. But Ron didn't want to talk to either of them where anyone could see. It wasn't anyone's business but theirs, except Ron knew he'd never have a hope in hell of fixing things in person. He was still too mad and he'd probably lose his temper and clock Harry one, and he didn't want that to happen. And he didn't fancy getting hit round the head by Gin, either, which he reckoned she was in the mood for.
Still, Ron wanted to fix things before they got too out of control, and now Ginny and Harry were meeting up at the Owlry. Ron was trying to figure out what to write back, or if he should go find them, and whether he should yell at Ginny or apologize and he was so frustrated by the stupid events of the day he was about ready to just sod it all and tell them both to stuff it.
Lavender must've known he was upset, though. She must've been able to tell, beyond his stupid writings in the stupid journals that Ron now thought were completely and utterly stupid, because he hadn't really come right out to say it. Ron knew that she'd said she was coming to look for him, but it seemed like more than that. It seemed like whenever he needed her, or wanted her, she was there. He wondered if that was just how it was like in a relationship. If the person who could make you feel better just did without it having to be a big deal, and there were no ifs, ands, or buts about it. He'd do that for Lav, any time. Set aside whatever shite he was dealing with to make her feel better if she got that look on her face. It wouldn't even occur to him to do anything else.
Ron wondered if it was like that for Harry and Ginny.
Whatever the case, the very moment he spotted Lavender, he made room for her on the window seat he was currently sprawled in. Not only had he come to think of that closet as their closet, but this hallway (the one leading up to that close, and also the prefect's bath) as their hallway. It was subconscious, perhaps, but he was glad, at least, that she'd known where to look.
Still, he wasn't wholly convinced she wasn't going to scold him for making a mess of things again, since he knew she'd been telling Harry she was trying to keep Ron from killing him. He'd told her he wouldn't doubt her anymore, and he didn't doubt that she loved him. He just wasn't sure if she thought this mess was all his fault, and he really didn't want to deal with hearing that he'd bollocksed everything up. It was already pretty plain to see he'd pissed off Harry and Ginny, after all. There was no mistaking that.
The stubbornness showed on his face as he watched her approach, and he didn't move from his position with his quill poised to snap back at Ginny once he found the words.