WHO: Ron and Hermione WHAT: Reuniting WHEN: Backdated to Ron's arrival WHERE: Outside Granny's WARNINGS: Possible talk of Death and War STATUS: Open/Ongoing
Ron shifted his weight as he stood outside Granny's, waiting for Hermione to arrive. Bloody hell it was cold, it never got like this in London. He rubbed his hands together, hoping his nose wasn't as red and ridiculous looking as he felt, while knowing that it probably was. Merlin's beard, why did he always get this way around Hermione? Always wanting to look his best, always wanting to impress her. And why was he even asking himself such a stupid question? He knew bloody well why, and so did she, now. Or she should, anyway. Maybe.
Except that she said the last thing she remembered was Gringott's.
Brilliant. He was going to have to do everything all over again. And maybe have to explain to her a whole bunch of really unpleasant stuff. Did he have to do that, tell her everything? Well, he supposed it would be whatever she wanted. If she wanted to know, he'd tell her, and knowing Hermione she probably would.
Where was she, anyway? He was about ready to go back inside and get another cup of tea or something so that he didn't freeze to death before she got here. After all, people could die from frostbite, right? Even wizards.