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[deluminate]

He was supposed to give a speech.

Maybe it wasn't not a speech exactly, but he knew he was supposed to say something on Saturday, when he and Hermione got up in front of friends and family— though not as much family as Ron thought there'd be when this eventually happened— and got married.

He was rubbish at this stuff.

Reports when he was an Auror and when he'd had them for homework at Hogwarts... those had been the worst parts of all. He'd managed to skirt by in school by getting answers out of Hermione when he could, and he'd had a stack of overdue reports as long as his arm on his desk before he'd ended up in Darrow, so his track record with them wasn't particularly good.

This though, Ron wanted it to be something special. It wasn't every day you got married, and he wanted to make sure what he said on Saturday was perfect.

Sat at a picnic table in the park, Ron had managed about three words before he wanted to bin the bit of paper he was writing on. It wasn't good enough. Maybe he wasn't good enough. It'd crossed his mind a few times since Hermione had accepted his proposal, but stuck there with only a few words on the piece of paper in front of him, he couldn't push away a feeling in his gut that Hermione'd think better of it and decide it wasn't worth it after all.

"Bloody hell," Ron said, and crumpled up the paper shutting his eyes as he scrubbed one hand through his hair. He needed to pull himself together.

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[beyoncepadthai]

Mindy thinks she might pass out.

Maybe she should be used to this by now. Her introduction to Darrow was through Blaine Anderson and she's met two Ryan Goslings and Captain America and Draco Malfoy knows her name (well, okay, he knows Mandy) but somehow this throws her off entirely. Ron Weasley. Or at the very least someone who looks eerily like him, since this place tends to do weird shit like that.

She should probably leave him alone before she really freaks out, but he seems kind of frustrated by something and it seems as good at time as any other to swoop in and have a chat. "Uh, hey," she says, pointing at the crumpled paper in his hands. "What are you writing, there?"

[notaretriever]

While they've really only met the one time, there's something about the way Ron's shoulders are set that draws Luke over to the table where he's sitting. He's been in Darrow for nearly a month now and while he's spent some of his time trying to figure out a way to get home, the truth is that Luke hasn't been trying nearly as hard as he thinks he should be. He misses Clary so much it makes his stomach ache, but being away from Jocelyn, being away from New York, being away from the fight... it's all rather nice in a way. He hates himself a little for thinking that way about Jocelyn, but it's not so difficult to go home anymore and not see that familiar flash of red hair.

His heart feels a little less heavy these days.

"Ron?" he asks, pausing beside his table. "Is everything alright?"

[dragonsandquidditch]

Charlie is keen to spend as much of his time as possible out of doors, not overly fond of his apartment, grateful though he is the city provides him a place to live. He likes the park, especially. The families strolling through remind him of home, in a way. He grins as he passes a group of children flying a kite, shaped like a dragon. He misses his work quite a lot.

Considering his baby brother is getting married on Saturday, Charlie is less surprised to find him hunched over a table, playing at pieces of parchment.

"Having some pre-wedding jitters, are we?" He asks as he slides next to his brother on the bench of the table. "Anything I can help with?"

[cleverness]

Ron had told the story at least a hundred times since the war. About a small light, one which had brought the sound of her voice to him, even when he was completely lost in the woods while searching for Hermione and Harry. He had regaled everyone he knew about how that light led him to them, even though Hermione had done her best to make their trail Untraceable.

Even though Hermione had never seen the Deluminator work in quite that way with her own eyes, she still did her best to conjure a small ball of light, warm in hue as it hovered over in Ron's direction. This close to the wedding, Hermione was sure that he was working on something she wasn't meant to look at. And so, she sent the light to draw his attention instead.

She waited for him to notice, laughing under her breath as she guided the light playfully with the point of her wand.

[ferretface_git]

He'd heard.

While he'd had limited interaction with Granger and her Ginger Git, there were certain things that managed to make their way back to him, the impending nuptials notwithstanding.

He hadn't been invited. Oddly, he found himself annoyed at the lack of inclusion, though he certainly wouldn't have attended. In fact, the thought of him as an invited guest to a Weasley wedding was downright obscene. Somehow, however, it only managed to remind him how utterly alone he was, in this city. Not that he had plans to admit a word of any of this, to himself or anyone else.

"Littering now, are you?" he drawled, "What would the wife say?"