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Nov. 25th, 2010 03:37 pmPart of Ron wishes he had never wandered off after breakfast. Wanting to see the place for himself, he'd taken off, with little thought in mind of how he'd find his way back to Harry and Hermione.
The familiarity of the situation is not entirely lost on him and, for all he knows, they could be anywhere. (Mind, he doesn't think they'd leave without him, only that Milliways has more ground to cover than he had thought.)
Standing in the library, in hopes that Hermione had retreated to her books, he digs out the Deluminator from his pocket and clicks it, just the once. It doesn't do much other than steal the nearest light-source, which he puts right almost immediately.
"Where's a bleeding map when you need one?" he gripes, far louder than any normal library-goer might and turns to leave, ready to search another room.
The familiarity of the situation is not entirely lost on him and, for all he knows, they could be anywhere. (Mind, he doesn't think they'd leave without him, only that Milliways has more ground to cover than he had thought.)
Standing in the library, in hopes that Hermione had retreated to her books, he digs out the Deluminator from his pocket and clicks it, just the once. It doesn't do much other than steal the nearest light-source, which he puts right almost immediately.
"Where's a bleeding map when you need one?" he gripes, far louder than any normal library-goer might and turns to leave, ready to search another room.
