Ron Weasley (weasleyisrking) wrote in wariscoming, @ 2010-12-30 16:45:00 |
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Entry tags: | hermione granger, ron weasley |
WHO: Ron & Hermione
WHAT: Demons VS magic.
WHEN Early evening.
WHERE: The outskirts of a park.
RATING: Violence!
The park had been the closest place for Ron to hide. It had plenty of people wandering through the area, which was something that Ron was hoping would be enough to keep the demons from attacking him head on. Then again, Ron wasn't all too sure if public attacks were really that big of a problem for the demon types. Did they really care? Was subtlety not really their thing? Back pressed to a stone statue of a man sitting upon a horse, Ron peered around the side of it and tried not to stand out too much. That was considerably difficult to do with half his head covered in blood - in fact, he was already attracting a few turns of the head already. Ducking his head down low, Ron dragged a sleeve across his bloody features. Rather than swiping it away, however, he only managed to successfully smear it even worse. If he had a mirror around, Ron probably would have groaned about. He didn't though, so Ron kept going about his business, trying to stay well out of sight.
He would have up and left a lot sooner than now. Ron would have closed his eyes, pictured the complex, and apparated right over and away from this nightmare if he could have. He couldn't do that properly when his head was bleeding out though; in fact, Ron didn't think he could manage apparating himself halfway down the street intact, let alone across the city. The thing about apparation was that it required a certain amount of concentration and focus. Since Ron was dizzy and struggling to so much as remain on his feet, Ron really didn't think he'd be able to manage much by way of getting too far.
Well, maybe he could. Ron just didn't think he'd be able to do so without splitting himself apart. Groaning, he slid his hand into his pocket and wrapped his fingers around his wand. If Hermione didn't show up soon, Ron was making a break for it. He'd run. Scatter from open area to open area and hope that he could make it to the complex on the way, maybe. Was there a bus out here? Would the demons try to take him down on the bus? Brows knitting together anxiously, Ron peered out around the statue again. Only one way to find out, he supposed.
But first, he'd wait. Just a little bit longer.