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Ronald B. Weasley (geroffme) wrote in wished,

One of the halfway decent things about their current situation, Ron thought, was that at least he wasn't short on sleep. When there was nothing to do but sit around and think (which seemed as though it could only go on for so long before they ended up right back where they'd begun), there was no real need to set an alarm. Vigilance, certainly; punctuality ... well, it was nice to let some things slide. It almost made up for the sinking feeling he got when he met another handful of berries for breakfast.

So when the sun had set and he had put together another handful of berries for dessert, he had at least one thing to look forward to the next day. He wandered out to the fire, not ready just yet to retreat to bed. Civil conversation seemed to have returned to them recently, and he felt he ought to take advantage of the company while he could. He was pleased to see Hermione there - there, and alone. He suppressed the brief flare of guilt that came from hoping Harry would keep away a little while longer. "Not completely miserable weather we're having," he offered, before sitting beside her and stretching his legs out toward the fire.