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Post by ronald weasley on Dec 17, 2010 16:44:43 GMT -5
The only thing that Ron had been able to focus on throughout his last lesson had been his stomach. As Professor Binns had droned on, and on, Ron's stomach had gargled and rumbled so badly that he hadn't even been able to take the nap that he usually planned on having during History of Magic. By the end of the class, Harry and Hermione had taken far too long in getting their things packed away, so Ron had muttered something vaguely about dinner before swinging his bag over his shoulder and pushing to leave the classroom first.
He had practically jogged to The Great Hall, but thank Merlin for the fact that Binns' classroom wasn't too far. Glaring darkly at a group of second years that got in his way at the doors, he pushed through again and rushed down the Gryffindor table, ignoring the sound of his own name as someone either tried to get his attention or made some sort of snide comment about him. He took a seat by himself, shoving his bag below the table to sit by his feet as he grabbed at dishes of food around him and piled it onto his plate.
Meats, potatoes, vegetables - he would attack that trifle afterwards, for dessert. Ron grinned with shameless delight as he stuck his fork into the feast he'd prepared on his plate and shovelled food into his mouth, forkful after forkful of delicious, satisfying food. The only thing that even came close to competing with Hogwarts food was his mother's, but at home he couldn't shovel it like this because it was 'rude' or whatever. Here, he was focusing so hard on filling the hole in his stomach that he didn't even notice someone sit down next to him.
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Post by hermione granger on Dec 18, 2010 1:23:36 GMT -5
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The cool summer day had opened everyone's minds to the fullest, all itching to leave their first day of classes on their free periods to roam the grounds and soak up the air of summer while it still clung tight. She being one of them, had been off most of the day due to choosing her classes that didn't really get into heavy studying until the fall, introduction first thing and she had already read it all over the summer at the Burrow. She smiled after a nice, long morning bathing in the sun by the great lake with a book in hand, as always, and had come in for the scent of the morning feast wafting around the castle walls.
Passing a group of chattering Slytherins, she set her jaw and held her head up proudly as she ignored the snide remarks and snickers behind her. She wouldn't give into those things this year, and Malfoy had laid off of her just a touch since her fist had finally met his face in person. She smirked at the memory of that night, wanting to pull out her time turner and relive it once more to get that satisfaction in the pit of her stomach. Seeing his broken nose, the shock in his eyes, and the slight disgust that a mud- muggleborn, had touched his skin and it hadn't burnt itself away. Laughing to herself quietly, she turned through the large double oak doors of the great hall, hit with the explosion of chatter and the tings of metal to the plates as everyone indulged in the delicious assortment of foods set before them.
Sitting in her usual spot, she was not surprised in the least to find the familiar redhead stuffing his face as far as his skin would let him with the sloppy mess he'd stacked onto his plate. Eyeing the mixture of foods, she slowly shook her head in awe, still amazed at what this boy could eat and never once get sick from it or grow one inch from gaining weight from it all. He had the metabolism of a track runner. Looking up, she smiled, seeing he was in a trance as she attempted to break it though she knew even for her, that it was impossible to steer Ronald away from anything edible, especially on an empty stomach like he'd clearly had all day.
"Enjoying yourself? You forgot some of the tarts at the end of the table there," she teased with a giggle as she set her books aside, out of the way of anyone's arm length. Letting her eyes eat more than her mind would let her, she carefully chose her meal and separated it on her plate, unlike the man next to her who had made it all into practically some kind of soup. She still loved him though, regardless of his piggish habits.
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❧ Tags; ronald & hermione
❧ Notes; Blah, Blah, Blah.
❧ Credits; Let the credits roll! Everything was made by Liebe at Caution. Keep these on or Liebe just might harm you... and/or eat you. Be afraid, please.
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Post by ronald weasley on Dec 18, 2010 15:05:50 GMT -5
Ron jumped ever so slightly, choking a little on the hunk of potato in his mouth. He punched his chest to clear it, then pointed his fork at Hermione, "Wrffdyoocmphffm?!" he attempted to ask her accusingly, his mouth still full of food, as if she had purposefully appeared from nowhere just to shock him. He wouldn't put it past her; after all, during times when they were fighting, Hermione was known to viciously attack him. Yet it kind of impressed him... although, he'd never openly admit that.
He swallowed and dragged his sleeve across his lips, wiping the crumbs and juices away from his mouth as he stuck his fork back into his food. He cleared his throat and tried again, "Where did you come from?!" he asked again, this time more clearly. He looked at her indignantly, his ears heating up slightly. He was always a little piggish when he ate, and Hermione knew that, and he wasn't usually ashamed; but today he was especially bad, and for some strange reason, he wasn't particularly comfortable with her seeing that.
He glanced over at the tarts she'd indicated, taking a sip of pumpkin juice to clear his throat, then back at her as if she'd been completely serious, "I'll get to those in a bit." he decided, nodding. But as he looked at her delicate, smiling face, he consciously wiped at his mouth again, grinning sheepishly.
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Post by hermione granger on Dec 19, 2010 4:35:28 GMT -5
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Hermione let her eyes roll with her usual smirk of indifference to his lack of conversation, used to this when he was barely awake and his mind was in his gut. It was adorable, in a way, but also tiring sometimes. Like when she tried to help him with homework or tried to explain something logical and of importance, where he would proceed to be clueless. At least Harry, even when distracted, could focus on the dire needs over irrational cravings. Speaking of which, she still had one of his essays for the beginning of term to give him that had been given over the summer. She hoped to see him before lunch, knowing the class he needed it for had been scheduled right afterwards in the towers. She was proud of her boys, both learning to work hard as their lives grew more and more at risk. They needed all the knowledge and power they could soak in here while they could, in case it was needed in battle when they couldn't find it out on their own. Or, Merlin forbid, she wasn't there to save their skins like so many times before with her insight on situations and her gift with spells that neither of them could ever master on the first try.
"I, am getting myself something to eat before taking a walk down to Hagrid's. I see you probably can't even remember what your teachers said at all this morning," she quipped lightly as she turned towards her plate and neatly ate, her manners a natural nack from her upbringing with her parents. Like her habit of being demanding or overly thrown into talking about things beyond their maturity level, she couldn't help her etiquette in everything she did. It was the proper thing to do, not wanting to be seen as someone like...well, like Ronald. She'd throw herself off the astronomy tower without a doubt before letting herself become a slob, careless to how people saw her at first glance. Though regardless, people always mistook her by her looks. It was all well, though, not minding it half as much as she had when she had first come to this school.
She flipped open one of her heavy textbooks and set it in a free spot on the table within reading distance, sipping her coffee she had charmed in her goblet to give her some energy for her studying as she read quietly, leaving him to finish his meal and enjoying the quiet silence between them, her mind occasionally wandering as she wondered where Harry was and what he was up to. She hoped it was sensible, though it being Harry, she clearly doubted it, knowing how he was naturally drawn to trouble and landing in the wrong spot at the wrong time.
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❧ Tags; ronald & hermione
❧ Notes; Blah, Blah, Blah.
❧ Credits; Let the credits roll! Everything was made by Liebe at Caution. Keep these on or Liebe just might harm you... and/or eat you. Be afraid, please.
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Post by ronald weasley on Dec 20, 2010 0:07:17 GMT -5
At the little quip about not remembering anything he'd learnt this morning, Ron frowned. What had he done to deserve that?! It always felt like Hermione was constantly trying to find new ways to get at him and new things to berate him for - he hadn't even done anything wrong! All he'd done was sat down and eaten - granted, not with the most grace in the world, but he had stopped and slowed himself as soon as he realised that she was there, and she hadn't even commented on that. He had done nothing to provoke any little snide comment like that and he was sure that she was well aware of that; honestly, sometimes it felt like Hermione liked fighting with him.
Of course, with Ron's quick temper, he was usually swift to defend himself. Never was he particularly eloquent or clear in the way he did so, but he liked to think that he always got his point across - he was hurt, and she should be sorry. And yet, Hermione's like-minded stubbornness meant that she never backed down either. It was infuriating. So, this one time, he let it pass... although he couldn't quite stop himself from brooding slightly to himself as he ate, only discomforted by the silence between them. Sometimes he worried that, when there was silence between them, she was sat there wishing that Harry was with them. There never seemed to be weird silences when Harry was around, after all.
With this thought, Ron shifted slightly in his seat, taking a sideways glance at Hermione. She was reading, as usual, with that honest mixture of concentration and pleasure on her face. He felt his mood lift only very slightly as he chanced another glance at her, but it swooped again when he noticed her brow furrow a little. She was wishing Harry was there, he knew she was. Mentally kicking himself, Ron cleared his throat and attempted to brush the silence away with an almost overly casual, "So... what are you reading?"
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Post by hermione granger on Dec 20, 2010 2:15:00 GMT -5
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Hermione's head turned towards him on reflex, though her eyes still on her book as she grabbed her quill from her tiny purse that she'd cursed to look small to the eye when really it held everything she needed. She had never told the boys of this though, knowing full well that they'd always forget half of what was in there and get in trouble when they needed it. Taking out a book of parchment, she took notes for her essay she needed to write later on for a pre-introduction evaluation of how much the class needed to learn or had already learned for the staff to know where they sat with their students, mainly the new ones enrolled in classes they hadn't taken as of yet.
"I've got an essay due in my Ancient Runes, to show how much I've learned in the class already the past few years. Some of the students in there haven't taken it yet, so the teachers need to know how in depth they need to go." She smiled over at him when she paused to give her full attention, feeling bad for already being her usual self, crammed in a book, when it was only the first day of term. She stole one of his slices of bacon and nibbled it as she drank from her goblet of coffee, shrugging as she glanced at his casual robes. She wondered if Harry had gotten to him yet on his urge to try out for Quidditch. She wasn't sure how well he was on a broom, though he practiced with his brothers all the time, but she had confidence that he'd be excellent in Quidditch. It would give him and Harry more to bond over since their classes kept them apart most of the day. She didn't mind...she'd leave the boys to the flying. She preferred the solid ground, thank you very much.
"So have you spoken to Harry about Quidditch tryouts? I assume they'd be soon to start for the fall while the weather's nice," she asked quizzically as she smiled, her eyes less demanding and more consoling like when she always helped them with something or just spent time with them, no school involved or danger. She missed those days, though there weren't very many. Ever since day one in this school they'd found ways to meddle right into the snake pit of having everyone after them. The fruits of being friends with the chosen one, she supposed. But she liked it, she'd rather them be safe before herself and so she always fought by their side to keep them safe. She just hoped this year would cut them a break.
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❧ Tags; ronald & hermione
❧ Notes; Blah, Blah, Blah.
❧ Credits; Let the credits roll! Everything was made by Liebe at Caution. Keep these on or Liebe just might harm you... and/or eat you. Be afraid, please.
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