ronnie kegg can kick [your] ass. (keggers) wrote in wished,
No matter how much Ronnie argued with Harold, she couldn't deny how much she was attracted to him. The only problem was that her ego prevented her from actually admitting anything of the sort, on top of that, it was just so much more fun to tease him, and flirt with him than to actually be romantic. Veronica Kegg and romantic didn't really go in the same sentence, and she was really the last person to say something sweet and sincere to a person. She would much rather be "nice" to someone by giving them the God-honest truth, instead of sugar coating something. Harold really shouldn't take anything she had to say about him personally, the more she made fun of him was just a sign of exactly how much she liked him. Of course, she would deny that left and right.
Ronnie made the mistake of glancing over her shoulder after sprinting down the street. Eyes widened as she could see Harold gaining up to her. Growling under her breath, she pushed herself to speed up, weaving around witches and wizards who were heading towards the park. "Bloody hell." She hissed through her teeth, as she could feel the burning through her muscles. This is what she gets for attempting to run right after a twelve hour shift. Should could feel her chest tightening as she began to lose the steam she started off with initially. She instantly regretted running as she rounded the corner to head down Diagon Alley.
Practically stumbling over a broken cobblestone, Ronnie lost her footing momentarily. Using her hands to brace herself, she regained her footing and attempted to push off the ground to continue on that sprint. She wasn't going to give up so easily, Kegg was a highly competitive woman, the last thing she wanted to do was lose. She was definitely a sore loser, and didn't take coming into any other place aside from first very well. It was that drive that helped make Gryffindor an unbeatable team during her seventh year. It was that determination that made a rather good Hit-witch. Her father constantly questioned why she didn't strive to become an Auror, and to be honest, Ronnie didn't know. She certainly had the determination and skill to be one. She just figured she's damn good at being a Hit-witch, why try for anything higher? Besides, she was only good at being a hit-witch because the Ministry was easier on them than the Aurors. She could get away with so much more as a hit-witch. She could beat the pulp out of a criminal as a hit-witch without the threat of being questioned. She knew the Ministry made numerous excuses for her over the past two years, but in the end she always got the job done.
That brief stumble that she took while rounding the corner to turn onto Diagon Alley was more than enough of a slip up to allow Harold to close in on her. Kegg wasn't about to go down without trying her hardest, which was why no matter how tight her chest was getting, or how much her muscles were burning, she was going to push herself. Harold's foot falls were getting louder, which meant he was closing in... it was just a matter of moments.