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“Can I borrow some money for a hotel room or something?”

Growing up, It had always amazed Hermione exactly how many shades of white Ron could turn. Being a ginger gave him a particular advantage in that arena, though some could easily call it a curse where the sun was involved. Then again, the sun was never really the culprit was it? If the sun had been their biggest worry as children, or through life, it would be a fair assumption to say that they may have turned out normal. Somewhat normal, even. Any grasp of reality she would settle for. Still, Hermione had never truly known his palest shade until he’d gotten into drugs. More specifically when Ron had tried to get off drugs. Repeatedly. Because they always called him back and it was always another failed stint in rehab. He just couldn’t pull it together. 

He just couldn’t be an adult. 

Was that a grossly unfair thought to have? Let alone forbidden words that wouldn’t fall from her tongue unless that red hot anger and resentment sent her spiraling into a tearful breakdown? Why was SHE always the one that had to pull it together? Why was SHE always the one that had to be their solid ground? Their footsteps felt heavy upon her heart, yet they were the only family she had. Even if they hardly kept in touch these days. Perhaps it was easier. Perhaps thats what they wanted. To scrub every bit of their past until they felt clean and untouched by the hands of Hill House. The orphanage had been a prison on so many levels, though Hermione came to realize while the cell walls may have disappeared, the shackles only tightened. 

But she tried not to think about it. 

She tried to do her best to function. Therapy could only do so much and while there was little she could thank her childhood for, reading a room and realizing what others considered nothing more than illusions of grandeur and overactive imagination, and worst of all mental illness kept her lips tight and she could credit that for the reason she hadn’t found herself within the walls of a looney bin. After all, given the trauma they’d experienced — all three of them, it wasn’t a stretch to see why they were the way they were. She just hated it had to come like this. She just hated that she had to be the strong one. The strong and very alone one. Harry and Ron had been like glue once upon a time, but even Harry grew exhausted with the antics. But it was Hermione who slipped through the cracks, left to her books and cats. 

It should have been peaceful. 

But it wasn’t. 

Between Ron, and the inevitable popping up and reminding her how marked she was? 

How marked they all were?

Hermione’s eyes were void of emotion, a hollow coldness and resentment brewing behind unspoken words because now wasn’t the time. Now she would get herself fired up and speak her mind, only for it to go in one ear and out the other, not a word capable of retaining. At least not in her mind. Everything slid off Ron like oil and water, at least when it came from her mouth. At least that’s what routine told her. The constant stints. The one thing she could count on however, was the inevitable plea for money. 

The inevitable broken promises. 

Again and again. “Hotel room? Is that what they’re calling it now-a-days?” The brunette questioned sharply, though the emotionless cold still took hold as if begging him to reconsider for fear she’d get stuck like this forever. Hell, it was happening. It was always the drugs. That was the one thing she could count on. She wanted to forget just as bad, but if she couldn’t stand tall and put the boys in their place, who else would do it? “Or is the ‘or something’ what I’m supposed to latch onto?” That way it wasn’t lying. Keep it vague. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission in his eyes, wasn’t it?

As if to center herself, she inhaled deeply, eyes closing for the briefest period as Crookshanks hissed from the darkness of the living room. The conversation had lasted the entirety of the foyer, but Hermione refused to let it go any deeper. Not now. “I don’t have any money right now.” As it was, the last week had not been kind and the death of her Ruby had taken her by surprise and had significantly left her devastated. Not that he knew, nor cared. “You can sleep on the couch— but if you take anything and vanish…” Her words trailed off but the finality, while utterly false (though she was almost near convinced herself) remained etched into her words as a final warning. A final plea of her own. 

[kingwsly]

‘ do you think you might change your mind? ’

MEME.   ( to all the boys i loved before meme )      @wizardddads

        he understood the concern or maybe just the question in general. after all, it was somewhat of a big decision to make after all of that training and hard work he’d put in over the past few years. then again, ever since the war had been won, ron was positive he hadn’t actually been living life the way he wanted. he was simply following in footsteps that he thought were necessary. after all, ever since he’d sat opposite harry on the way to hogwarts that first year, his life had taken quite the turn. for as long as he could recall, the past ten years had been a constant war against the evil in the world, doing the job that he’d fallen into after it all. being an auror was fine. it was respected and appreciated and it made people proud. it kept him busy and his mind working to avoid falling into a pit that he was sure many expected him to fall into. it also meant that he was still by harry’s side, which had been an important factor in his decision alongside making sure that he could make a decent living.

          while they had all been far to young to have experienced what they had, ron knew that harry had been through far worse. he’d never had a moment in his life where he could sit back and breathe and not have something worming away at his mind. even now, ron was sure harry had some form of survivors guilt - hell, they all did. but harry had died. and if that wasn’t the most terrifying thing to try and comprehend, ron didn’t know what was. but he wasn’t going to let his best friend deal with it alone. so, when harry fell into being an auror - which had seemed like the natural next progression to everything he’d already done - ron had followed suit without even really considering if it was what he wanted to do. hermione had still been in school, so it was just the two of them and ron keeping an eye on harry as best he could. plus, selfishly, he didn’t want to be alone. it was why he visited the burrow often even after moving out or spent a lot of time in george’s flat above the shop or even in the shop itself.

          ron’s eyes were fixed on the old table, fingernail tracing a groove in the wood like he’d done all through growing up whenever there was a conversation he wasn’t too keen on having. ❝ i don’t think so, ❞ he countered, although there was a level of uncertainty to his tone. george had done an amazing job with keeping the shop running, that wasn’t the problem at all. while there was uncertainty in what he would take home, ron had complete faith in his brothers’ idea and was more than happy to throw himself into it. his fear was more so seeming like he was giving up when things were getting too hard. but, considering voldemort had been killed and any straggling death eaters had mostly been captured? there wasn’t anything hard out there for him to do anymore. things were quiet and he hated it.

          ❝ do you think it’s stupid? ❞ his eyes lifted from the table, settling onto his dad’s face for a moment. ever since leaving hogwarts after his sixth year, ron hadn’t really asked anyone’s opinion on his future. he’d talked about it a few times with hermione, who had been more than supportive with any idea that he’d had - well, apart from the ones that were pretty much life threatening or plain idiotic - but never with much seriousness. ❝ i mean... george could use the help. ❞ it was an excuse, really. while it was true, the shop was too much for just one person to run, it wasn’t the reason that ron was contemplating giving up travelling and hunting down the bad in the world. truthfully, since they had lost fred, ron hadn’t stopped to take stock of it at all. instead he kept himself on the go or focused on making sure harry was okay, hermione was okay, his parents, george... everyone but himself. and only recently had there been some nagging in the back of his mind to just slow down and really embrace time with his family and cherish them more.

          ❝ i’d be doing better hours? that’ll make mum happy, even if she isn’t all that keen on the shop, right? and hermione’s been talking about looking at places to live. it’d be nice to settle down. ❞ fewer hours meant he could promise going to weekly family dinners. maybe he could drag harry and hermione along too, keep the table full. plus, there was something nice about the idea of putting down roots, even if he was still maybe a little too young to be thinking about that. he’d lived too much of an exciting and painful life the past decade or so, maybe it was time to just relax and live a normal life for some time. a heavy sigh left him then, lifting his shoulders from where they were slumped. ❝ i’m done with trying to be a hero, dad, ❞ he confessed, legs shifting from their relaxed stretch to his feet being planted on the floor. ❝ i think i’ve had enough adventure for a lifetime. risking life and limb just... i don’t know. it’s not for me anymore. and i know you and mum worry. i don’t want to put either of you through that again. ❞

[kingwsly]

‘ then again, he’s a jock and they’re slow learners. ’

MEME.   ( to all the boys i loved before meme )      @thebrightestwltch

        internally, ron was definitely laughing at the bluntness. there wasn’t a single part of him that actually liked krum. hermione deserved way better. besides, he didn’t quite understand what she saw in him. over the past few years since her eighteenth birthday, ron had convinced himself there was a reason they weren’t romantically compatible - or, at least why hermione didn’t like him like that. he wasn’t smart. intelligent conversation didn’t come easy to him and while he was sure she found it endearing correcting him or teaching him, a lifetime of that in a romantic sense? it was more of an obligation than a calm relationship, wasn’t it? so krum, of all people, ron just didn’t understand. while ron knew he wasn’t academically gifted, he wasn’t clueless to the world. but krum seemed to have headered a few too many balls a few too many times. and hermione was aware of it. it wasn’t even like she was blinded by love - that idea just about turned ron’s stomach. hermione was very much out of krum’s league. she was out of his own league, even. so it just made no sense. 

          while most would put his dislike down to some form of jealousy, ron was sure it wasn’t. in the beginning, seeing hermione dancing at their school leaver prom, it had been jealousy. but there was also some understanding there after she’d conveniently forgotten quite possibly the best kiss of his young life - and consequently, even still to this day. he’d moved on. he’d found lavender, he’d fallen for her, gotten his heart broken by her and now he was in limbo with his latest relationship. at first it had made him happy, but then.. it wasn’t quite the same anymore and he felt a little lost. and that in itself continued to leave ron confused. while he was sure hermione craved that family dynamic, having natalia’s dad around and being some picture perfect family, he wasn’t stupid. he’d known hermione since they were little kids and he knew when she wasn’t happy to her core. for months he’d watched that telltale crease between her brow, even visible from facetime calls, and longed to ask her how she really was doing. but then things kept getting in the way. knowing how miserable and cowardly he could be and knowing how brave and strong and smart hermione was, staying with someone who didn’t make her happy made no sense. but then, there was the the staged happy family photos pasted on her social media that made ron stop and think for a second - there was a reason hermione was putting herself through it and that reason was tally. 

          it had been stewing in him for months. this constant choking wish to express how unhappy he was, how he knew she was unhappy too. truthfully, he had been ready to say it when her name had flashed up on his phone midway through dinner at his parents’ place. when he’d heard her crying his first instinct had been that krum had left her, cheated on her, done something idiotic and out of line enough to give ron a reason to punch him or let out the distaste he had for him. then hermione told him her dad had died. he couldn’t do it then. she needed him to be there, not judging her choices in life or judging the man she chose to be with. that had lasted for a decent amount of time. even seeing them together when hermione flew back in just after the news, ron had barely batted an eyelid at it. hell, he was even impressed that krum was there. he hadn’t expected him to put a hold on a few matches in order to fly back to their little village and be emotionally supportive.

          and then he wasn’t. perhaps it was the grief, losing someone he’d looked to as a second father all those years, or perhaps it was just him being protective of his two favourite people in the entire world. ron had pictured his fist hitting viktor’s face so many times that it had almost become some sick fantasy. when it actually happened, however, it wasn’t such a relieving moment. it hurt. a lot. and he regretted it immediately after hearing hermione’s shriek for them to stop. causing a scene at the church had not been ron’s plan at all, but the fact that viktor couldn’t for one second think of anyone other than himself or the fact his wife and daughter had lost someone so dear to them? it had boiled his blood and left him steaming from his ears and truly out of control.

          ❝ you keep making excuses for him. ❞ it was blunt and maybe a little against the deal he’d made with himself, but it felt necessary to explain why he’d ruined the funeral the way he did. with a wince, ron shrugged his shoulders as he watched hermione’s fingers clean the dried blood on his busted knuckles. ❝ i know i fucked up today but… bloody hell, hermione, ❞ he continued, a little breathless with some weird desperation creeping in. ❝ he’s meant to be here supporting you and he’s so self centred he can’t even… ❞ ron cut himself off, shaking his head as he continued to remind himself that this wasn’t what hermione needed right now. she needed someone to hold her hand, wipe away her tears, listen and recall stories about her dad and what an amazing person he was. she didn’t need him bashing krum. ❝ i’m sorry, ❞ ron sighed. carefully, he reached out with his other hand to squeeze hermione’s shoulder with a very slight, reassuring smile. 

          ❝ we can talk about something else? or i can take tally if you want a break for the night? ❞ he had to stop himself from mentioning the thrill he would get out of having tally around and how much rebecca would hate the mess it would cause. ❝ just… what can i do to make this up to you? what do you need? i… well, clearly i need a little guidance because punching someone at a funeral is probably not what you had in mind, hm? ❞ it was an attempt at a joke, trying to get at least some semblance of a smile on hermione face, even if he knew it was futile. she was grieving and disappointed and trying to keep herself together for tally. that much, ron was sure of. ❝ i really am sorry.❞ ron paused for a moment, biting his lip before letting out a huff. ❝ not for doing it though. he damn well deserved it but… for the bad timing, i guess. ❞

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(   *   &.   –   TO  ALL  THE  BOYS  I’VE  LOVED  BEFORE  SENTENCE  STARTERS .

*   taken  from  the  2018  movie  to  all  the  boys  i’ve  loved  before,   based  on  the  series  by  jenny  han.   you  can  also  find  the  book  starters  here.  as  always,   feel  free  to  change  pronouns !

‘  a lot of girls would be pretty weirded out by their boyfriend sleeping in someone else’s room, but you’re so trusting.  ’

‘  am i just a joke to you?  ’

‘  are you crazy? who’s gonna believe we’re in a relationship if i’m not allowed to kiss you?  ’

‘  are you keeping tabs on me?  ’

‘  are you kidding me? this is the reason why you broke up with me?  ’

‘  are you trying to reject me right now?  ’

‘  because i’m in love with you. only you.  ’

‘  before your murder our sister, could i just ask you a question?  ’

‘  being with you was so easy that sometimes i let myself pretend it wasn’t fake.  ’

‘  but over time, that feeling just faded away and i missed my best friend. and it wasn’t love.  ’

‘  can we talk about this? let me drive you home and i’ll explain everything to you.  ’

‘  can you maybe just admit that some part of you doesn’t want everything in your life to be a fantasy?  ’

‘  can you turn around? please?  ’

‘  come on, talk to me. what happened to no secrets?  ’

‘  do you think you might change your mind?  ’

‘  duh, first rule of fight club.  ’

‘  finally, everyone is gonna see you for who you really are.  ’

‘  for someone who has such good grades, you can be so dense sometimes.  ’

‘  for someone who’s quiet all the time, you sure have a lot of opinions.  ’

‘  he is not as confident as he pretends to be. i am not as though as i pretend to be. and you, you are not as innocent as you pretend to be.  ’

‘  he looks at you like you’re a sexy little rubik’s cube. he can’t figure you out, but he’s having fun trying.  ’

‘  her face is gonna be in the wrong place!  ’

‘  her logic was off, but her heart was in the right place.  ’

‘  how did i let this happen? i’m so stupid.  ’

‘  how do you tell your fake boyfriend you can’t go with him because you’re starting to have real feelings? you can’t.  ’

‘  i am way better looking than that guy.  ’

‘  i can count on you to be honest, always.  ’

‘  i can’t believe i inadvertently dabbled in porn before i lost my virginity, but it’s been a strange year all around.  ’

‘  i can’t believe i let you convince me to go on a trip that requires getting up before 7:00 am.  ’

‘  i could never hate you.  ’

‘  i don’t know how to be friends with you like this.  ’

‘  i don’t know what to tell you. that sucks. i’m sorry.  ’

‘  i don’t understand why you didn’t tell me all this was happening in the first place.  ’

‘  i heard my cousin dumped you for a college student, that true?  ’

‘  i heard you have a tail. is that true?  ’

‘  i just know that he likes you. i can tell by the way he looks at you.  ’

‘  i just wanna be super clear: i’m flattered, i am, but…  ’

‘  i just wanna finish this chapter.  ’

‘  i know you love me.  ’

‘  i know you’re only being nice to me because i accidentally made a sex tape and you feel bad.  ’

‘  i like your hair down. you look pretty.  ’

‘  i love how you’re not afraid of her.  ’

‘  i need you to know that i like you.  ’

‘  i need you to know that i like you. and not in a fake way.  ’

‘  i think it’s funny, you say you’re scared of commitment and relationships, but you don’t seem to be afraid to be with me.  ’

‘  i thought you were gonna hate me.  ’

‘  i wrote five love letters so don’t go feeling too special.  ’

‘  if i hear anyone talking about you or that video, i’m gonna kick all of their asses.  ’

‘  if it was real and he still doesn’t want me… then at least i’ll know.  ’

‘  if it wasn’t real then i didn’t lose anyone.  ’

‘  if you ask, it ruins the whole vibe. be cool.  ’

‘  if you miss him, why don’t you just tell him?  ’

‘  if you need me i’ll be in the nurses office, with a migraine, googling justin trudeau shirtless.  ’

‘  if you really, truly didn’t want those letters to be sent, then why did you address them?  ’

‘  if you’re gonna have sex in a public place, you’ve gotta deal with the consequences.  ’

‘  is it so unbelievable that someone could like me?  ’

‘  it was fated, that we should meet like this.  ’

‘  it was spin the bottle, you psycho! and it was tongueless!  ’

‘  it’s a cool trick, right? you wanna see me do it again?  ’

‘  it’s bad enough if a guy were to do this, but a girl? that’s despicable.  ’

‘  it’s been a strange year all around.  ’

‘  it’s cold outside. i don’t do cold.  ’

‘  i’d say if anyone stupidly fell for someone who doesn’t like them back, it’s not you.  ’

‘  i’m gonna kill you.  ’

‘  i’m just here to take down one of those chocolate shakes.  ’

‘  i’m just so tired of writing love letters. it’d be nice to receive them.  ’

‘  i’m more real to you than he is.  ’

‘  i’m not trying to date you.  ’

‘  i’m officially back to being invisible.  ’

‘  i’m onto a nickname for you: largie, it’s funny because you’re so small!  ’

‘  i’m sorry i didn’t sit next to you.  ’

‘  i’m tired of being second best or fake best.  ’

‘  last night was a mistake.  ’

‘  like i said, i didn’t do it.  ’

‘  look, i am really sorry. about everything.  ’

‘  look, i just wanna say that i really– i appreciate it, but it’s never gonna happen.  ’

‘  no one’s ever liked me like that.  ’

‘  no, this is a fight i have to handle myself.  ’

‘  no, you’re not just a joke to you, you just don’t understand the situation.  ’

‘  oh… it’s you.  ’

‘  screw you, you know my feet are always cold.  ’

‘  she just stopped drinking caffeine for some diet, i think she’s just in withdrawal.  ’

‘  she’s gorgeous, but you have way better style.  ’

‘  since you’ve been together, i’ve never seen you so happy.  ’

‘  sleep where you want, sluts.  ’

‘  so here’s the thing, i don’t actually like you. i just had to make it look like i liked you so someone else wouldn’t think i liked them.  ’

‘  so love and dating? i love to read about it and it’s fun to write about and to think about in my head, but when it’s real… yeah, it’s scary.  ’

‘  so, what, now you’re ignoring me?  ’

‘  still think you haven’t gotten a love letter?  ’

‘  stop. don’t finish that sentence.  ’

‘  the more people that you let into your life, the more they can just walk right now.  ’

‘  the reason i went to her room that night was to tell her that it’s over because… i’m in love with you.  ’

‘  then again, he’s a jock and they’re slow learners.  ’

‘  there’s no one like you.  ’

‘  this is all your fault! i hate everyone!  ’

‘  those shoes weren’t just cool, i thought they were kind of hot.  ’

‘  um, hi… personal space, much?  ’

‘  we are still together. you’re just trying to pull out because you’re scared.  ’

‘  we can never tell anyone that this relationship is fake because it would be too humiliating for both of us.  ’

‘  we need to have a contract so we’re on the same page about the rules.  ’

‘  we’re still cool, right?  ’

‘  …we’re still talking about her?  ’

‘  what do i have to do to get you to bring me one of these tomorrow?  ’

‘  what do you put in a contract for a real relationship?  ’

‘  what if we let people think we were actually together? just for a little while.  ’

‘  why didn’t you just tell me that? i feel like i would’ve understood.  ’

‘  you are such a snob!  ’

‘  you can be mad at someone and still miss them.  ’

‘  you can’t just sit up in your room writing love letters that you’re never gonna send out.  ’

‘  you didn’t even say it wasn’t true? you just let everyone think we had sex in the hot tub when you know we didn’t?  ’

‘  you didn’t tell anyone about last night, did you?  ’

‘  you gonna break my heart?  ’

‘  you got rules? come on, you really know how to zap the fun out of a situation.  ’

‘  you gotta trust.  ’

‘  you have this whole judgy face scenario going on.  ’

‘  you kissed me first.  ’

‘  you knew that i liked him and you kissed him anyway!  ’

‘  you know i’m gay, right?  ’

‘  you know people usually check behind them before they reverse to, you know, avoid killing others.  ’

‘  you know what? if you want me to read that then you have to give that to me.  ’

‘  you look good. you always look good.  ’

‘  you look pretty. i’ll prove it to you.  ’

‘  you owe me braid crowns for the rest of your life.  ’

‘  you should never go to college with a boyfriend.  ’

‘  you were never second best.  ’

‘  your filthy little secret’s safe with me.  ’

‘  your mouth is saying something, but your mouth said something completely different.  ’

‘  you’re like a sweet, innocent girl and he’s a complete dick. i don’t get it!  ’

‘  you’re officially pg-13 again.  ’

‘  you’re still in love with this bon iver wannabe?  ’

‘  you’ve gotta tell people how you feel when you feel it.  ’

[kingwsly]

will this weekend be the weekend where i come back and write? who knows. who. knows. but i’m still here, hi! <3

[kingwsly]

— sentence starter; the shining (1980)

send one for an starter with my muses.

01. ❝ Hello? Anybody here? ❞

02. ❝ I think you hurt my head real bad. ❞

03. ❝ I tell you, when we first came up here I thought it was kinda scary. ❞

04.  ❝ It’s just like pictures in a book, it isn’t real. ❞

05.  ❝ Some places are like people: some shine, and some don’t ❞

06.  ❝ What are you doing down here? ❞

07.  ❝ You can’t remember… Maybe it was about…  ❞

08.  ❝ That’s strange. I don’t have any recollection of that at all. ❞

09.  ❝ You got a big surprise coming to you. You’re not going anywhere! ❞

10.  ❝ Don’t worry. I know all about cannibalism. I saw it on TV. ❞

11.  ❝ It’s the most horrible dream I ever had. ❞

12.  ❝ I don’t want to go there. ❞

13.  ❝ Let me out of here and I’ll forget the whole damn thing! It’ll be just like nothing ever happened.  ❞

14.  ❝ I’m scared. ❞

15.  ❝ I can’t get out! I can’t get out! Run! Run! ❞

16.  ❝ Come play with us. Forever… and ever… and ever. ❞

17.  ❝ Please! Don’t hurt me!. ❞

18.  ❝ Come out, come out, wherever you are. ❞

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"You make the best pillow, I hope you know."

MEME.   ( randomness )      @thebrightestwltch

         it was an interesting position. the seats in the car pushed and pulled and placed just enough to make sure his long legs weren’t cramped and curled uncomfortably. then again, he was cramped uncomfortably - but happily so. the way hermione was curled in against his chest, her thumb lightly brushing over the faded lettering of his hoodie as this soft comfort... well, there was no way he could really complain. after too many nights being woken up by the busy town centers, worrying for their safety in the old beat up ford, it was nice to have found a place that was off the beaten track. everything was so quiet, so dark, weirdly nice. it was better than any foster home either of them had set foot in, that was for sure. the tinny noise of the rain hitting the car, soft rustling of the trees around them muffled by the car windows that were steaming from their body heat; it was like some weird dream come true. after all, they’d been making thes eplans for years - running away, doing things on their own terms, seeing the world and not becoming another statistic of unfortunate foster children left to rot in some obscure hellhole town. he could have quite easily fit into that crowd, but hermione could never. she was scrappy and tough, sure... but she deserved a bigger life than being stuck and a victim of being in the wrong life at the wrong time with the wrong people and the wrong opportunities.

          a soft, somewhat sleepy sigh left ron as his own fingers pulled to make sure the blanket was right up around hermione’s back. he was always hot - especially when he had someone basically sleeping on top of him - so being covered other than the sweats and hoodie? not necessary. but he did worry. the car was old, the weather was getting colder and by now he was almost entirely sure he’d promised that they’d sell the old car, buy a van and do it out like one of those crazy youtube videos - their own little home on wheels. they could have a kitchen, bed, maybe even a little bathroom if they were smart enough about it. but it cost money. the more they drove the ford, the less they would get for it and the more they’d have to hustle to get the money together for a transit van. it certainly wasn’t idyllic, even if it was the dream. lost in his thoughts of how on earth he’d learn how to wire lights and tile walls, ron had been sure hermione was at least dozing. her soft voice, however, didn’t cause him any sort of fright. if anything, it left his hand gently pressing more into the small of her back and a soft, breathy laugh leaving him.

          ❝ is this you telling me i’ve been eating too many pot noodles? ❞ he feigned offence as his eyes fell closed. without trying to jostle her too much, ron started to shift his legs - one awkwardly shifting through the centre console gap to stretch out his knee, the other resting on the armrest of the passenger door, trying to avoid the window crank. it wasn’t the healthiest lifestyle, but he had to keep reminding himself of the place they’d come from. this, being able to choose where to go and what to do and being able to look after themselves? a thousand times better than abiding by the rules of someone using them for the government allowance that came with fostering. so, sure, every meal for the last week had been something that could be rehydrated with boiling water or had come from a can - he still maintained that the heinz tomato soup he’d had to drink out of said can was basically his five a day for the week - and he wasn’t feeling the best for it, but it was way better than the alternative.

          once he was settled into a comfortable enough position, ron returned to rubbing his thumb against the small of hermione’s back over the blanket, a soft hum turned yawn falling from him. ❝ it’s pretty lucky that you’re kind of small, ❞ ron continued, voice slightly warped from the yawn. ❝ if you were some leggy model, i don’t think we’d have survived past day two. ❞ another half laugh left him then as the mental image of all the awkward positions they’d have to find if hermione was as tall as him crossed his mind. the van would have been far more of a priority then because he would have ended up breaking his back just to make sure his legs weren’t falling asleep. hell, he probably would have had to hang them out of the window, which was basically an invitation for some serial killer with a fetish to drag him out of the window feet first. even that joking mental image was enough for him to open his eyes again, listening out for any tell-tale noises that showed they weren’t alone. he wasn’t even sure where they were. maybe the midlands? maybe near wales? it had been a random selection of roads, deciding last minute where to turn when they got to junctions or letting service stations dictate when they stopped. if something happened, they’d be pretty screwed. that wasn’t smart. probably a bad idea. so the dream, the idyllic... maybe not so idyllic when he really thought about it.

          ❝ you get enough sleep? ❞ he asked, suddenly keen to get back on the road despite not knowing the time and being sure he hadn’t gotten more than a few ten minute naps in. ❝ i’m bloody starving, and i’m pretty sure there was a mcdonalds back the way we came. all i’ve been thinking about is those hash browns. ❞ a total lie - lying was definitely way too easy thanks to it being a basic survival skill in the foster system - that was starting to take effect and was thankfully backed up by the sudden rumble of his stomach. too much food talk, too many nerves thanks to his overactive imagination. as much as he would have loved to lay there in that weird position, enjoying the fact that they were actually together and doing well... the adrenaline was already flowing through his body and if he hadn’t just heard a twig snapping underfoot, then he was definitely going crazy. ❝ come on, i’ll buy you some tea to warm you up and then we’ll get back on the road. maybe we’ll spend sunset by the coast. ❞

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"This can't be happening."

MEME.   ( randomness )      @thebrightestwltch

          it had never been ron’s intention to take anyone hostage. he would have liked to say the same for harry, although the fact he seemed far less shaken by the fact they had someone in the back of the van, hurtling down obscure country lanes, tied up… well, part of ron was starting to think this was always in the cards. ❝ i bloody told you, ❞ ron argued back, cautiously glancing in the wing mirrors for any sign of the police - surprisingly there wasn’t even a helicopter in sight which was starting to really worry him. it was too easy to have lost them. finally his eyes landed on harry for a few seconds before snapping back to the road. as they rounded a corner, the thin winding road lined by dry stone walling and fields full of sheep - had they crossed into wales by accident? this hadn’t been the plan, had it? - ron let out a frustrated groan. ❝ i told you. we steal a jcb, we go to some tiny town, we steal the damn cash machine from a bloody building society and sell it in london. ❞ it was a small scale crime, destructive to few, not entirely lucrative, but it wasn’t going to leave them in the possession of an actual human being. 

          ❝ i’m not becoming a murderer for this, ❞ he continued, the panic raising his voice slightly as he glanced over his shoulder into the back. she was blindfolded, hair a mess from struggling against the gag and the blindfold, and yet ron still felt like they were screwed and she could just leap from the van at any second and bust them. he could distinctly remember her panicked voice with some shred of bravery running through it. this can’t be happening. ❝ damn it, harry! ❞ he whispered snappily, jabbing harry with his elbow before breaking sharply to turn down an even more impossibly thin road. ❝ what the hell are we going to do with her? huh? we can’t get on the bloody ferry without her sitting up here with us. she’ll talk! they’ll recognise her. ❞ his eyes suddenly widened, the van slowing as his foot eased off the accelerator while the engine protested about the lack of gear change as the rev count slowly died. ❝ we’re on the damn news. what if someone we knew saw saw?! ❞ without even checking if anyone was behind them - there hadn’t been anyone behind them or even in their sights for about 45 minutes at this point - ron pulled the van off the the side and pulled the handbrake on somewhat aggressively.

          ❝ jcb. cash machine. not holding up a damn bank and stealing a person! ❞ his hands shakily ran over his face, harry’s words falling on deaf ears as he opened the van door for some fresh air. it was one thing fantasising about getting away with some grand heist. they’d managed small things - holding up a petrol station on the scottish borders, stealing cars and selling them for scrap - but this was a whole new level that ron wasn’t entirely sure he was ready for. ❝ we’re not killing her. ❞ he announced definitively, cutting harry off mid-plan. ron’s eyes opened and landed back on his best friend again, head shaking. ❝ we’ll drop her off in belgium or something. she won’t know where she is, she’ll be confused, they’ll think she’s lying. by the time the police have her, we’ll be long gone. right? ❞ there was a desperate hope clinging to his voice. maybe they could get away with all the money. they had contacts to sell the cash to - gaining them new currency for a new, luxurious life, with no tracked serial numbers and no blood on their hands. it wasn’t impossible. god, he could almost feel the cold beer in his hand as he lounged by a pool that he owned on some tiny, private island. no guilt hanging over him.

          well, as long as she got back home okay. as long as she wasn’t hurt. people hurt themselves trying to escape. hell, some guy cut his hand off to escape a rock, someone probably did it to get out of zip ties, right? had harry even used zip ties? with a heavy sigh, ron launched himself out of the driver’s seat. ❝ i’m tired. your turn. ❞ he mumbled reluctantly as he crossed the front of the van to swap seats. perhaps being the passenger would mean he could keep an eye on their hostage and make sure she was okay. that way harry wasn’t going to mention ways they could get rid of her and he could consider small stuff like how many bedrooms he wanted in his new beachfront mansion. he could get pinball machines for one, maybe a giant virtual reality room for the other. a really awesome grand theft auto style garage full of supercars… maybe harry’s plan hadn’t been so bad if he could get his hands on a mclaren.

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will this weekend be the weekend where i come back and write? who knows. who. knows. but i’m still here, hi! <3

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“I can’t do that.”

MEME.   ( randomness )      @thebrightestwltch

          had the situation been different, maybe the answer wouldn’t have sent a wave of frustration through ron in that moment. but, considering it was a life or death moment? he thought his frustration at quite possibly the only other person alive was entirely justified. hell, he was scared out of his mind and convinced he was going to be the next human kebab, thrown onto a hook and left for sacrifice to some weird multi armed creature. just the thought left a shiver running down his spine, even despite the muggy heat of the swampland they were currently creeping through. what they’d just witnessed? if he survived this, he would never forget that sickening image. it was probably why hermione was in some sort of shock. hell, he wasn’t entirely sure why he wasn’t in shock. he was no hero. he’d watched people being chopped down with machetes and axes too much over the last few hours. hell, he’d only managed to get one generator going out of god knows how many that were needed to power something. possibly an escape? possibly just for nothing, leaving them illuminated for some sick psychopath’s taking. 

          ❝ you have to. ❞ his voice was a strained whisper, pained and far too desperate. but, giving up wasn’t an option and can’t wasn’t something he had the patience for. that was his excuse for all but shoving hermione into the cramped locker before climbing in himself. he wasn’t that guy who manhandled anyone. that wasn’t his thing, but he wasn’t watching hermione die. not a chance. perhaps it was selfish. she was smart and nimble and had figured out way more than he had and he had a distinct feeling that he wasn’t getting out of here without her help. so, maybe he was smart for making the decision to ensure she survived as well, right? or maybe he didn’t want to die alone. that could have easily been the other option.

          as he closed the creaking metal doors shut, ron felt an instant regret running through him. the sound of their exhausted, adrenalin fuelled breathing was amplified by the metal box. as was the heat, leaving the cold sweat of fear turning into the sweat of running for his life in some disgusting, muggy, too hot land he’d never seen before. while his eyes adjusted to the new level of darkness, ron realised he’d been gripping hermione’s wrist possibly a little too tightly. given the situation, perhaps it was forgivable. he’d either sentenced them both to die in a metal locker sized coffin, or he’d saved them from the looming footsteps. surely that was worth maybe bruising her wrist in the long run, right? even still, he opened his mouth to apologise or even just find something to fill the uncomfortable silence that bred anticipation and fear. yet, just as the first breathy sound left him, the thud of footsteps began to grow louder on the wooden deck just outside the locker. the fear simply left ron seeing his life flash before his eyes combined with the uncomfortable ringing of his own terrified heartbeat thundering in his ears. god, he’d been so naive to think he was going to make it to at least fifty before having to worry about dying. even then, he was somewhat sure his overindulgences were what was going to get him, not some sick murderer wearing a mask and wielding weapons that belonged in super villain lockers.

          then, the scrape of metal on metal happened. for some reason, it prompted ron to slowly raise onto his tiptoes to peer out of the small vent at the top of the lockers. he definitely regretted that instantly. he could see the monster that had been chasing and killing them with far too much detail. the light from the nearby generator was illuminating his skin. what ron had once thought was just some disturbed human, no longer looked human with the way the muscles were so obvious and no skin was covering them. even the laboured breathing seemed non-human. more animalistic in some ravenous way. almost as soon as his eyes caught sight of the monster, ron dropped from his tiptoes. of course, he’d forgotten that he was standing on rusty metal, on a creaky deck, in a very humid swamp - all of which led to a telltale squeak-thump combination, just from the transfer of his weight. it was enough to alert the monster, leaving ron throwing his arm over hermione in some last ditch effort to protect her even as his eyes closed and he swallowed thickly. he was braced for the worst. this sick whatever it was, wasn’t just going to let him die easily. he’d seen what it did: injuring people until they were gasping and sobbing in agony. only then did he hand them over and dispose of them on the weird hooks.

          the creaking of the deck under the weight of the killer left ron’s stomach churning uncomfortably. in his mind, he could only picture the half covered face peering in through the cracks, a sadistic smile landing on its face knowing it had caught someone else. then, a loud bang. one of the generators, signaling that someone was near, accompanied by the bone chilling and deafening screech of the killer’s chainsaw slowly distancing away from the locker. it was only when ron heard the scream of someone else - maybe it was the blonde he’d passed earlier who had found some old tools, or perhaps the short guy who seemed to be running in circles - that he realised he had been holding his breath. it sounded far enough away to give them a chance at escape. although, something in him just wouldn’t let him move just yet. his arm was still pressing hermione back against the locker, eyes slowly opening. it took a few breaths before he was able to at least pretend to compose himself, coupled with an audible swallowing of bitter saliva that had gathered as his stomach turned in the midst of fear.

          ❝ come on. we’re not dying here. ❞ his words, although whispered low enough that they were just audible, sounded far more confident than he felt. hell, he was glad that it was dark inside of the locker because it was hiding the shaking of his hands as he reached to push open the door. just a crack at first, then just enough to let them both out - if he’d learned anything, it was to not put any excess strain on anything around here. the crumbling buildings seemed to scream when climbed or touched when on the run. hell, the ground seemed to be giving them away. and the birds? it was like they were following them, insisting on calling out that they were still around. although self preservation felt like the logical, selfish choice, as he stepped out onto the deck again and held out a hand for hermione, ron felt a sense of guilt. he hoped desperately that, whoever the person was that had backfired the generator? they’d gotten away safely. if not, he owed them. ron wasn’t even sure it was possible to survive being on one of those hooks, but if he came across anyone hanging there, he was going to get them down. a more dignified death with the comfort of another person rather than being sacrificed to god knows what? he’d have preferred that. 

          ❝ let’s go. ❞

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so i didn’t mean to take a massive break and i’d love to blame it on going on holiday, but genuinely life just has me tired right now. so if i owe you something - sorry! also, if you’ve written something for me and i haven’t hearted it? i probably missed it, so please poke me and let me know that’s the case! i’m hoping to get back in the groove soon.

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♛    HARRY POTTER.

@kingwsly // RON.

       The hallway was dark when Harry stepped into it, wand in hand, clutching tightly but not as hard as he would’ve been five years ago. He yawned despite the urgency of the situation. If someone were really trying to kill him, perhaps knocking first wouldn’t have been the best course of action. Whoever got through the wards of his and Ginny’s country cottage must’ve been a person he knew well anyway. Either that — or a skilled dark wizard on the run had discovered his address, still had their wand, and made it all the way here to curse him.

      Needless to say, he wasn’t as worried as he could’ve been.

      Ginny was out — travelling with the Harpies to an international match in Denmark — so it was just Harry who stumbled to the door in his pajamas, swiping his wand across the entryway until a small peep hole appeared for him to look through. Outside stood the lanky figure of his best friend. Ron’s hair was nearly as messy as Harry’s and his eyes were slightly bloodshot. Harry sighed and put his hand on the doorknob, waiting. He spoke through the frame. ❛ Where did I take the egg during our fourth year to hear the merpeople’s song? ❜

      Some habits died hard. It was something he’d learned during the war — anyone could be polyjuiced. And, if this were some rouge Death Eater that had escaped from the battle and not yet been caught ( Harry could name all six still left on his list, tacked up in his cubicle at the office ) then using Ron Weasley against him would’ve been the smart tactic.

          so, maybe ron hadn’t needed the last three shots of fire whiskey. in hindsight, he hadn’t needed half of the drinks he’d consumed that night. but there was something about being in a pub, surrounded by cheers and life that drove ron to this exact situation far too regularly. especially recently, given that life was certainly not idyllic by any standards. truthfully, he felt a little lost. well, more than a little lost. still harry potter’s red headed best friend. still lumped in with his family - which he couldn’t be upset about, he loved them dearly, but it would have been nice to be known as more than weasley. still mentioned in sentences with hermione, like they were some inseparable duo immortalised in chocolate frog cards, constantly visiting each others’ cards and idolised by the younger generations. the latter made him scoff into the cool night air, fist resting on the door frame as he fidigted with his wand, mind blanking on the damn charm he needed to get into the warmth and relative comfort of his best friend’s home.

          typically, hearing harry’s voice so suddenly would have at least made ron jump or react in some way. but with his head drooping in a defeated manner, the most ron could do was laugh. ❝ you’re still bragging about that bloody prefect’s bathroom? ❞ he responded, words somewhat slurred as he fixed his focus as best as he could on the small peephole. perhaps it was his imagination, but he could almost feel some judgemental stare through the small hole. ❝ come on, mate. i’m tired and hungry. ❞ it was perhaps a little more whiney than his usual, but ron was almost certainly nearing rock bottom. the day had been testing at best, between george having a slightly bad day and his mother finding some old jumpers hidden away in the attic. shouldering all of that in the way he’d grown accustomed to alongside everything else? he didn’t have too much patience for harry’s security measures.

          ❝ plus, you sound like you need the company. ❞ another halfhearted laugh let him then, steadying himself against the wall of the house. of course it was a joke. he was sure harry would have appreciated the peace of having the place to himself to some degree, or at least would have preferred a less inebriated version of ron to show up. then again, he couldn’t quite remember the last time he’d spent time here without a few drinks already in him. working on diagon alley and walking past pubs had become far too tempting. one drink for finishing the day, another to wait for the rain to pass. that was just logical.

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so i didn’t mean to take a massive break and i’d love to blame it on going on holiday, but genuinely life just has me tired right now. so if i owe you something - sorry! also, if you’ve written something for me and i haven’t hearted it? i probably missed it, so please poke me and let me know that’s the case! i’m hoping to get back in the groove soon.

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        ❝   and from now on,   i don’t care if my tea leaves         spell die,   RON,   die   —   i’m just chucking them in         the bin, where they belong.   ❞   —   RON WEASLEY.

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Thanks so much for replying and helping me out! Im def interested in joining now. One more question: I'm kinda tied between roleplaying as Cho, Ginny, an OC, or Luna. Who is the least roleplayed in the verse and what character ( out of the 4) do you think the verse needs more and less of?

no problem! honestly, i think it depends on who you have muse for and not who is popular in the community. it’s all fine and well saying x muse doesn’t have anyone playing them, but if you don’t have muse for them but you do for someone more “popular” then you’re probably not going to enjoy it. rp is a hobby after all! from a personal standpoint, i haven’t seen many cho blogs and there are only a handful of luna blogs with a few more ginny blogs - all three would be wonderful. as would ocs! it’s truly up to how you feel, your muse, the type of muse you want to play etc. more people having fun and wanting to write and explore the world creatively? always better regardless of who they’re playing.

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Hi, this is for the mun. I wanted to ask: how active is the harry potter rp verse (NOT cosplay) and how do I search to see where other harry potter roleplayers + HP communities are?? I can't even go through search without the many cosplay posts, so I'm a little lost (I tried filtering, didnt work). I apologize if this is an inappropriate way of asking.

hi there! firstly, this is not inappropriate at all. i keep saying i don’t bite. honestly, i think the harry potter rp verse is both pretty active and can be quite relaxing and sort of go at your own pace. depending on what you want, then it’s out there and that’s pretty wonderful. i can’t say i’m the most active in it since this blog is just my chill down time after work when i feel like it, but everyone i’ve interacted with so far is very lovely and very open to new things. plus, there are some incredible people who have grasped their muses wonderfully and can throw them into multiple different situations and still keep their voice. it’s amazing to read!

 if you’re looking for people to follow, you could check out some of the harry potter indie lists out there - this is a new one that has been floating around recently, but i’m sure there are more out there that even i’m not sure about. maybe a swift google or search for harry potter indie rp or something along those lines may help you out? sorry i couldn’t be more helpful, i’m not a highly active rper unless it’s the weekend (and even then, sometimes i find other things that keep my attention away from ronald). good luck in your indie/rp adventure, anonymous! i hope you have all the fun with it!