In the end can they just pretend?
Ronald Weasley had hit rock bottom, his life as he knew it was over. He had lost everything. Well not everything, but it felt like the life he had imagined for himself was over. And his family wasn't helping him. Th...
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Ron Weasley knew that there was a lot involved in a high society wedding. His sister in law Fleur had been able to clue him into just a little bit of what to expect. That was after her initial shock of him receiving such an invite. After all it was not a small secret that the Weasley family had been outside of that part of society for many generations now. Lost when the family had suffered financial difficulty and was cast aside when they could no longer keep up. Yet Fleur had come from a family of aristocratic French wizards who were as wealthy as they were beautiful. Which was incredibly. So out of everyone he could initially go to for help, she was his first option.
Fleur had also been shocked as to find out how he had got his invite. That he was a date to a Parkinson of all people, a name even she knew well. And had spent a long time trying to find out just why he would be going as a date to one of them. Ron had struggled to keep the truth at bay, and had hinted that there was nothing romantic between them. But he was unsure exactly what the older woman had taken from the conversation, but as long as it didn't work its way back to his mother he did not care. As long as she fully believed the ruse he was portraying that was all that mattered.
But he thought he was prepared and therefore when he sat at his desk just a few days before the weekend of the wedding, the four day weekend might he add, he was not expecting a familiar face to appear. Claudia Parkinson was not someone who made her presence overly known upon arrival, she had almost perfected the quiet yet graceful approach. Rather she had placed two items on his desk which were enough to gain his attention. A single use coffee cup and what appeared to be a jewellery box.
"Miss Parkinson." Ron knew not why he had referred to her as her professional name yet again, but for some reason he felt as though he had to in the workplace.
"Mr Weasley." Her voice was pretty monotone, no clear hint of any emotion as she spoke.
"What is this?" He questioned opening the jewellery box and being a little confused as to what he saw inside. He was aware of what the items inside were, a set of cuff links and a tie holder but was unsure as to why she was presenting them to him.
"For you dress shirt, I gathered you wouldn't have enough sets for each day." Her words came across like a fact rather than a suggestion or anything else along those lines.
"I need a new set for each day?" Fleur had not told him this, Ron was sure he only owned one set of cuff links and even then they were not in the best condition. They had been the set he had at 14 and ten years later had not withstood time well.
"This is high society Ronald. You're suspected to have something slightly different for each day." The way she spoke remained unchanged still regarded as factual and perhaps a little bored. Like he was not enough to properly entertain her, something that hurt his feelings when there was little reason for it to do so.
