Who: Ron and Hermione. What: RIGHT after their conversation in Hermione's journal. When: Early evening. Where: Hermione's flat. Rating: TBD. Status: In progress.
Prior to his conversation with Hermione on the journals, Ron had been planning on heading out to some muggle bar with a few co-workers of his because they had the sudden desire to explore the area and compare everything with the areas that they were used to visiting themselves. He had only just finished changing into a pair of jeans and a simple black shirt that he had to button up a bit when he leaned down to inspect the last message that Hermione had scribbled at him. Squinting at the words, Ron pulled his head back a little and glanced around his room. He had halfway expected for either Fred or George (or both) to jump out at him just then with big goofy grins on their faces. It wouldn't have been a completely insane thing to think, considering that both of his brothers constantly felt the need to give him a hard time of it with their practical jokes. But when he saw no one there, Ron leaned back over his journal again and stared down at the words.
Can I ask what your, er, take on all this is?
She wanted to know. Well. Ron wasn't going to just bloody well stand around and play the role of a mindless pansy by scribbling back at her. That was more of a Percy deal, wasn't it? And Ron was no Percy Weasley! Straightening up, he gave the journal one final look before he turned away and started for the door. Ron would have apparated straight over, but he didn't want to risk anything. Not with the way his magic had been lately. Splinching himself? Definitely not something that he wanted to deal with right now. So Ron hailed the Knight Bus on over and took a very unsteady ride on over to Hermione's flat.
When he got there, Ron nervously ran his fingers through his hair as he awkwardly stood in front of her front door. He didn't bother knocking for a good while. There was a lot of pacing back and forth, several moments of reconsideration, and finally a solid nudge from that same Gryffindor courage that usually almost got him killed. Let's hope this works out a little bit differently, Ron thought to himself as he raised a fist upward, let it hang in the air for a moment, and then finally landed a few knocks on Hermione's door. Then he stepped back and began to consider running away as fast as his legs could carry him.