While Ronnie really couldn't deny that it was nice that they were honoring Harry Potter, she inwardly wondered why they were just honoring him. So many died that day, where were their memorials? She understood that Harry defeated You-know-who, but that didn't change the fact that many more helped in saving lives that day. Many died honorably, so where was there memorial. Slipping her hands out of her pockets, she crossed them over her chest. Stifling a yawn, Ronnie couldn't help but listen to the conversations going on around her. One old witch who was standing amongst her friends was dabbing her eyes with a kerchief as she went on and on about how the statue looked so much like Harry Potter and how he was such a good role model for young people throughout the wizarding world.
Kegg's lips curled into a perplexed look as she stared at the woman for a moment. "The bloody fuck are you talking about?! That statue looks NOTHING like him. And what the bloody hell is up with that cloud?" Rolling her eyes, Kegg was actually offended that the old witch actually THOUGHT that statue looked like Harry. The old woman just stared at Ronnie aghast before beckoning her friends away from the girl while muttering about how rude and ungrateful Kegg was for all that Harry had done.
She was about to call after the old witch, but the hairs on the back of her neck started to prickle telling her that someone was looking at her. Closing her mouth, hawk like eyes scanned the face around her. Call it an intuition of hers, but that's what made Kegg a damn good Hit-witch. She could tell when something was off, even if it wasn't directly of malicious intent. She could tell when someone was looking at her, and that feeling was creeping down her spine as her gaze settled on a very familiar face. A face that she was trying to avoid - not out of hatred, but out of competition. She hated losing, and if Harold Dingle found her, then that would mean that she lost.
Gaze narrowed on the boy as her lips curled into a devious smirk. As she watched him approach, Ronnie began to suss out her options. She could stand there like an idiot and wait for him to get to her. She could apparate, but what fun would that be? She could run for it like a little child and see what happens.
Actually, that wasn't a bad idea.
Lifting a hand, she blew him a kiss, before shooting him a wink. Immediately turning on her heels, she began a full sprint through the park. It was now just a matter of whether Harold would give chase, or he would give up and thus she wins! Either way, it was bound to be fun.