Ron and OPEN
Ron was actually excited to go to the game. Scoring tickets hadn't exactly been easy, nor were they in the best spot, but he was still there, watching it happen. Things were still tense with Harry and Hermione, but they'd both popped up recently and well, maybe things would work out again.
Ron hadn't anticipated the amount of bookies that would be crawling through the crowds, subtly clinging to their coats and talking in low, but inconspicuous voices. A great many of whom Ron was familiar with, and who were equally familiar with him. Ron squirmed anytime one of them close enough to him, remembering the day he'd been snatched our of the bar for his debt. George had given him a lot of money, and it squared away most of it, but he still owed and now plus he owed George (to be honest, he owed George a lot more than the galleons he'd loaned him).
Though, this was a major game. He could easily make back the money he owed and then some! Of course, all of the bookies knew about his precarious financial situation, so no one would take him for a big bet, but maybe making several scattered small bets to different sharks would earn him more.
His hand went to the coins in his pocket that he'd brought for food and drink. There was the fact that he'd told George that he wouldn't gamble... but... If he won, George wouldn't even have to know, right? Clutching his coin, he pushed himself forward, determined to strike a deal with Forrester Michael, a bookie he had the least bad blood with, when he ran solidly into someone else.
"Uh, sorry." He muttered, blinking out of his thoughts and looking at the person as Forrester rounded the corner and out of Ron's sight for now.