"Nice night like this, you'd be missing out anyway."
What with the cold - which Ron sniffles at, scrubbing at his nose with the sleeve of his jumper - and the noises - the crack of a twig, the crunch of leaves, the call of some creature lurking in the night.
His hand strays toward the pocket he keeps his wand in, only to snatch up the forgotten mushroom and fiddle with it instead, scraping at the burnt edges and trying not to seem too ill at ease.
And he's not just ill at ease because of the night.
(So much has happened and she still hasn't fully forgiven him and he knows that, but - )
He breaks off a bad chunk of mushroom to toss into the fire.
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Date: 2010-09-21 03:41 pm (UTC)What with the cold - which Ron sniffles at, scrubbing at his nose with the sleeve of his jumper - and the noises - the crack of a twig, the crunch of leaves, the call of some creature lurking in the night.
His hand strays toward the pocket he keeps his wand in, only to snatch up the forgotten mushroom and fiddle with it instead, scraping at the burnt edges and trying not to seem too ill at ease.
And he's not just ill at ease because of the night.
(So much has happened and she still hasn't fully forgiven him and he knows that, but - )
He breaks off a bad chunk of mushroom to toss into the fire.