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Ronald B. Weasley (geroffme) wrote in wished,

"Bloody hilarious, you are." He rolled his eyes and set to picking up and discarding necklace after necklace after necklace. He wondered what sort of jewelry would be the kind of thing to attract his attention ... he didn't know why he'd ever have picked a locket, anyway. It all seemed pretty weird.

His head snapped up when Harry fell back. "Harry -" He pushed himself up to standing, almost tripping over his unfamiliar feet, and leaned down over him. If that was it, in his hand ... should he have touched it at all? Should any of them?

The rush of relief he felt when it was confirmed that they'd found what they were looking for didn't last long. "... Right," he said, straightening up and gripping his wand a little more tightly. "Let's get the hell out of here, then, shall we?" He'd be happy to leave it all behind him, and didn't particularly want to ask why they needed to leave. He could come up with a few possibilities on his own. He went to the door again, stopping on the threshold and looking back, fighting an absurd urge to keep Hermione behind him - it wasn't like anyone was out there to attack them (and she was about a head taller than he was, anyway).