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I've grown accustomed to your face - March 30th
by Auror Potter (auror_potter)
at October 13th, 2006 (11:16 pm)

Mental State: annoyed

I can’t sleep.

Even with the tent to myself, I can’t get to sleep. Moody gave everyone their leave but I get to keep working off my ‘carelessness’, fucking wanker!

I keep thinking about Ron and the fact that I miss his voice. I miss more than his voice, to be honest, but — to bloody hell with this!

I pull the mirror from my pocket and am about to call when I think better of it. He’s probably busy.

Busy doing what at this hour? He could be on rounds.

Or he could be hurt! He’s not hurt.

“How do you know?” Oh hell! I’m really losing it if I’m having an argument with myself over this! I decide to call him and actually end up waking him.

He’s sleeping? While I’m sitting here worried sick over him?

“Wake up, Ron!”


Posted by: Auror Potter (auror_potter)
Posted at: October 14th, 2006 03:50 am (UTC)
Harry What?

“Aren’t those done while the patient’s in the…”

“Naked? Yeah,” Ron answers groaning as he tilts his head back and closes his eyes. “They have to be naked while we examine…”

“Examine what? What are you examining?”

“The distance between the bumps on their head,” he says in a dead-pan blowing the smoke into the mirror. “Their bodies, of course.”


“I said their bodies, Harry. Pay attention.”

“I didn’t say what,” I answer growing more annoyed with this conversation by the second. He’s looking at naked bodies? Whose naked body and what is he doing with it? “I asked who?”

“Oh,” he says turning to get into a more comfortable position. “Well let’s see there was Susan, of course. She’s rather toned Harry. Then there was Aidan, Zabini and…”

He’s touched Susan?

“You touched Susan?”

“Tonks too,” he answered yawning. “Why the face, mate?”