WHO: Ron & Hermione! WHAT: It's time they met up, yes? WHEN: Morning. WHERE: The apartment complex. RATING: PG to start.
If there was one thing in the world that Ronald Weasley did not want to do right now, it was to physically get out of his bed. He was tired. Too much work, especially when one was in the serving business, did nothing positive for a bloke's well-being. Mix that in with the unfortunately odd behavior Steph was dishing out and Ron found that he was indeed having a very off morning. If it weren't for the fact that he was expected at work within the next hour to help open the restaurant, Ron probably would have flopped back into his bed and slept the day away. But since he was supposed to be mature and responsible...groaning, Ron slowly climbed out of bed. Black pants? Check. White t-shirt for the breakfast shift? Check. Black sneakers? Well, of course. What else was he going to wear? They were the only bloody shoes he owned. Tossing his apron over his shoulder, Ron locked the door to his flat and took to the hall. He was a few steps out when the phone in his pocket began to vibrate, in which Ron paused and took the time to peek at the text message he'd been sent.
Bobby. Not the bearded, trucker hat wearing Bobby that the people here at the complex were familiar with. Bobby from work, the overly sensitive prat who very much happened to be his morning manager. Ron despised Bobby. He was pretty sure that he'd have been sorted into Slytherin if he ever would have gone to Hogwarts. Fortunately for Ron? He hadn't.
Slow start. Too many on the job. Don't come in.
Morning off, then. "Would have been nice if I'd gotten the sodding text an hour ago," Ron grumbled, running a hand through his hair. He wouldn't have gotten out of bed if Bobby the idiot had actually bothered to tell him beforehand. Always poor with the timing, that one. Probably did it on purpose. Not that he was complaining...
After all, Ron could go back to sleep now, couldn't he?