Post by Ronald Bilius Weasley on Sept 26, 2011 19:34:38 GMT -5
The weather was turning chilly. It was a shame really. Just yesterday, he was able to go outside in shorts and a t-shirt. Today's attire was a pair of dark blue jeans, a long sleeved, gray shirt, and a collared, t-shirt of a lighter gray color. And to top it all off, a light jacket to help protect him against the slight chill the wind carried with it. As much as he complained about the heat of summer (and Ron Weasley was no stranger to complaining) he would rather it be hot. The added layers of clothing made movement restricted. Not good when you were out in the field. And if he had to be chasing down escaped Death Eaters or anything of the like, he'd rather have as much mobility as he was able, thank you very much.
A sigh escaped the youngest Weasley male. His breath rose in front of his face as a puff of steam, before evaporating into the surrounding air. This time of year, Diagon Alley was jam packed with people. Everyone getting ready to return to another year of schooling. He could even pick out a few little kids here or there that looked like they were getting ready for their very first year. And of course, there were the Muggle borns with their parents, staring at awe at everything around them. He grinned slightly as he watched a young boy of eleven clinging to both of his parents; both of which had the same wide-eyed expression of their child. Noticing that the money they were holding in a death grip in their hands were notes, he quickly approached them, offering them a small smile.
“Pardon me, but you'll be wanting to go over to Gringotts to get that switched over to Galleons, sickles, and knuts. It's that white building over there, the leaning building. Talk to the goblins in there, and they'll be able to straighten you out.” he said. He watched as the parents nodded mutely to his words before pushing their son in the direction of the wizarding bank. Well, there was his good deed for the day. Now to check up on George. In his spare time (when he wasn't working at the Ministry), Ron was helping his brother run the joke shop. After Fred died, it seemed that all the love and spirit George had for the shop had also died. Ron was helping his older brother run it so that it could stay open for business. He reckoned that Fred wouldn't want the shop to go to waste.
Making his way to the shop, he noticed that his brother hadn't opened it yet for the day. Fishing around in his pockets, he grabbed the spare key to the building and opened the door, letting himself in. He made his way to the back and up the stairs, heading to the living quarters above the shop that his brother lived in. Once at the top, he knocked loudly on the door, “Oi! George, it's Ron! I'm coming in.” He announced himself before letting himself into the apartment. He stared around at the mess, raising a red eyebrow. “Bloody hell. This place is a mess. Better not let Mum see it,” he muttered under his breath.
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