❝𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲?❞
❝𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.❞
𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 had a few, perhaps a little or more than a palm of qualms in his life. First up was the whole "The Boy-Who-Lived" shenanigans, then there was an ungodly am...
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XXXIII. THE OVERWHELMINGLY WONDROUS LAMENT; O.W.L
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"Swear to God, I am going
Not that far but I know I won't"
RON'S EUPHORIA AT HELPING GRYFFINDOR scrape the Quidditch Cup was such that he couldn't settle to anything the next day. All he wanted to do was relive the match, and Harry, Marjorie, and Hermione found it very difficult to find an opening in which to mention Grawp. Not that any of them tried very hard; none were eager to bring Ron back to reality in such a brutal fashion. As it was another fine, warm day, they persuaded him to join them in studying under the beech tree on the edge of the lake, where they stood less chance of being overheard than in the common room.
Ron was initially reluctant; he was thoroughly enjoying the congratulations from passing Gryffindors and the occasional outbursts of "Weasley Is Our King." However, after a bit of cajoling and the promise of some fresh air, he agreed that it might do him some good.
They spread their books out in the shade of the beech tree and sat down while Ron talked them through his first save of the match for what felt like the dozenth time.
"Well, I mean, I'd already let in that one of Davies's, so I wasn't feeling that confident, but I dunno, when Bradley came toward me, just out of nowhere, I thought — you can do this! And I had about a second to decide which way to fly, you know, because he looked like he was aiming for the right goal hoop — my right, obviously, his left — but I had a funny feeling that he was feinting, and so I took the chance and flew left — his right, I mean — and — well — you saw what happened," he concluded modestly, sweeping his hair back quite unnecessarily so that it looked interestingly windswept and glancing around to see whether the people nearest to them — a bunch of gossiping third-year Hufflepuffs — had heard him. "And then, when Chambers came at me about five minutes later — what?" Ron said, stopping mid-sentence at the look on Harry's face. "Why are you grinning?"
"I'm not," said Harry quickly, looking down at his Transfiguration notes and attempting to straighten his face. "I'm just glad we won, that's all."
"Yeah," said Ron slowly, savoring the words, "we won. Did you see the look on Chang's face when Ginny got the Snitch right out from under her nose?"
"I suppose she didn't take it all too well?" said Marjorie before turning another page of her Charms practice book.
"Well, yeah — who knew she got a really bad temper..." Ron frowned slightly. "But you saw her chuck her broom away when she got back to the ground, didn't you?"
