After the Funeral: Ron
Jan. 17th, 2002 09:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rsadelleIt was nice where he was. Everything was gray and soft. It was like being wrapped up in an old, cotton t-shirt. It dulled everything. He didn't hurt anymore, and that made him think he must be dead.
He wished he could become a ghost, but he didn't know how and there was no one around to ask. He wondered if maybe that was something they only taught seventh years.
The blankness had been nice for a while, but now he was starting to get bored. He pulled himself up into what was more or less a sitting position, although the empty grayness made it hard to figure out which way was up. He would have liked something to do. A chessboard, a wand, even some homework would make a nice change.
That reminded him of school, and school reminded him of his friends. Harry, well, Harry would be okay. He'd be upset, of course, but people liked him and he had a lot of friends. Hermione, though. She didn't have anyone but him and Harry. And he'd never even told her how much he loved her. He regretted that now, but there wasn't much he could do about it from where he was.
He tapped his fingers against his knee and waited.
He wished he could become a ghost, but he didn't know how and there was no one around to ask. He wondered if maybe that was something they only taught seventh years.
The blankness had been nice for a while, but now he was starting to get bored. He pulled himself up into what was more or less a sitting position, although the empty grayness made it hard to figure out which way was up. He would have liked something to do. A chessboard, a wand, even some homework would make a nice change.
That reminded him of school, and school reminded him of his friends. Harry, well, Harry would be okay. He'd be upset, of course, but people liked him and he had a lot of friends. Hermione, though. She didn't have anyone but him and Harry. And he'd never even told her how much he loved her. He regretted that now, but there wasn't much he could do about it from where he was.
He tapped his fingers against his knee and waited.