|ronnie kegg can kick [your] ass. (keggers) wrote in wished,|
@ 2010-06-21 14:41:00
|Entry tags:||!2003: 06, !incomplete, harold dingle, veronica kegg|
WHO: Ronnie Kegg & Harold Dingle.
WHAT: A run in at the Potter statue unveiling.
WHEN: BACKDATED to Sunday afternoon during the statue unveiling.
WHERE: Memorial Park.
Sundays, Merlin how she hated Sundays. She hated working Sundays in particular. They were typically extra nasty and annoying. Most wizarding criminals decided while the rest of the world rested, they were going to go out and cause more havoc. It also didn't help that the rowdy lush crowds were also out in the wee morning dawns staggering their way back to their homes after a night of drinking and pub hopping. After a rather eventful late evening which consisted of her chasing down a bunch of drunken wizards through a muggle neighborhood, all Ronnie wanted to do was go home and sleep until her 3rd shift started back up again. All the paperwork that came with chasing down wizards through a muggle neighborhood made her late to leave the Hit Wizard headquarters. Locking up her broom until her next shift, Ronnie dragged herself out of the building and started to head towards The Leaky Cauldron. It would be easier to cut through Diagon Alley and apparate from there to her home instead of risking muggles seeing her more than they all ready have that morning.
Entering into the Leaky, she was surprised to find it fairly empty. Passing by a table on her way to the back of the store hazel gaze caught sight of the Daily Prophet lying on the table with the headline announcing the unveiling of the Harry Potter statue. Clicking her tongue, she moved towards the back of the pub and pulled out her wand. Ronnie was still shocked that it had been five years since the battle at Hogwarts. She wasn't present at the battle, she evacuated with the majority of the other younger years. It was an act that she occasionally regretted through the rest of her years, but it wasn't something she lingered too long on. The battle of Hogwarts wasn't her fight, and she along with the majority of classmates felt they would be more help away from Hogwarts than sticking around. However, that didn't mean that Ronnie wouldn't go pay her respects at the unveiling, it was the least she could do for the fallen Housemate.
As Diagon Alley opened up to her, the streets were eerily empty. A few people were rushing down the alley and turning down the newer portion of Diagon alley. Taking her time to get to Memorial Alley, hands slipped into the pockets of her jeans. That was one thing Kegg enjoyed about her job, due to her having to work so closely to muggles, her uniform consisted of muggle clothing. Those robes made it a hindrance while chasing a criminal on broom. Faded and torn jeans hung off her hips, threatening to fall off all together. A white t-shirt hugged her statuesque frame, ending at her midriff and revealing a little bit of skin. Black hair cascaded down her back in ringlets of tight curls and waves. Eyes were alert and focused as she approached the park. It was crowded, enough to make an experienced Hit-witch like herself nervous. So many people packed into a tight location usually broke out into riots, yet the people at this crowd seemed fixated on the podium where Kingsley Shacklebolt stood along with a few other representatives of the Ministry.
Toeing along the edge of the crowd, Kegg didn't want to elbow her way through the crowd and she sure as hell didn't really want to be seen either - especially if Harold Dingle was there. She planned on making this stop as brief as possible, the last thing she wanted was to lose a bet to Harold Dingle. He would never let her live it down. As the crowd kept their attention on the podium, anxiously waiting for the statue to be revealed, Ronnie selected a shaded tree to linger near. The gasp from the crowd caught her attention as the sheet fell to reveal the statue. Applause echoed through the park as Ronnie just stared at the statue. Tilting her head to the side, lips curled into a confused sneer before scoffing. That looked NOTHING like Harry, she should know, she's seen him on more than one occasion, she grew up with her house idolizing the boy who lived. That statue looked nothing like him, squinting slightly, she finally decided that if she squinted and looked past the statue's right shoulder it looked a LITTLE like Harry Potter - but only a little.