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Ron Weasley ([info]checkmated) wrote in [info]veritaserum_rp,
@ 2008-08-30 21:23:00
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Who: Ron Weasley and YOU.
What: Ron has a sweet tooth. That's a problem.
When: Late afternoon.
Where: The Ministry!
Rating: TBD.



Bloody hell, where did he put that chocolate frog? Fingers digging into the pockets of his robes, Ron groped around for the familiar shape of the sweet that he had been craving for the past hour and a half all due to some silly conversation that he'd overheard prior to entering a painfully long meeting. They weren't allowed to eat during meetings. It was disrespectful toward their superiors or some rubbish. So, as soon as Ron had taken his seat at the long table within his department, he sat there fiddling with the hems of his robes, desperately glancing back and forth from the clock to the door as he waited for the moment in which he'd be able to hunt down something to properly snack on.

Now he was walking, coming up short on the chocolate frog front as he realized that he'd actually eaten it this morning before coming to work. Probably not the best choice for breakfast, but this was Ron. He'd eat a birthday cake for breakfast if someone offered it to him.

Groaning in frustration, the Auror began to glance around the hall that he'd wandered into, his mind fully focused on the simple task of obtaining something sweet -- and fast.


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