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[deluminate]

The days lately, seemed a bit longer than they used to. It wasn't that there had been more arrests or calls that he and his partner had to take on, but he spent a good portion of the day mostly waiting for when he'd get to go home. It wasn't the same as it'd been when he was an Auror; sure he'd been keen on the days' end often there as well, but this was different.

It was the sort of thing that made him wonder whether or not staying with the police was really the best thing, in the long run. He knew it was mental, but he felt like he was missing out on things, all the hours they were making him put in since he'd come back from having time off after the wedding.

There was a coffee cart out front of the station, and Ron had gone out to see about getting a cup of tea, mostly as something to break up the day, only he found himself stuck on which were the right coins once the time came to pay. Ages in Darrow, and Ron still hadn't managed to get the currency right. He was holding up the line, he'd noticed, and the man waiting on his money seemed to be growing impatient, tapping his fingers loudly on the car.

"Sorry, but d'you know which one of these is one dollar?" Ron asked the man behind him in line, holding out a hand-full of coins of various sizes.

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[thelongdormantcop]

It's been almost two years now since he showed up here, and Jerry still hasn't really managed to get over how much things cost. Coffee, which he's used to being only a few cents, is now a dollar and change if he's lucky, which seems like outright theft, as far as he's concerned. Of course, everything else is adjusted accordingly, too, including his paychecks, so he can't really complain, but it's never going to be something that isn't a little jarring.

He's already got his money out as he waits in line at the coffee cart, but isn't paying much attention until the guy ahead of him turns to ask him about the coins. That's one more thing that's still weird for him here, too, so he gets it, but he's at least accustomed enough to them that it only takes him a moment to identify the dollar coin. "Yeah," he says, pointing to it, "it's that one." He smiles, then. "They're different for you, too, huh?"

[deluminate]

"Cheers," Ron replied, and managed to count out enough for his tea and a pack of crisps, which he thought Hermione might have something to say about, but lunch felt like it had been ages ago.

Handing the dollar coin and a bit more to the man at the cart, he turned to the man behind him, who, upon further inspection looked more familiar than he realized. Another officer he'd seen around the station a bit, he reckoned. "Yeah, nearly a year here and I still haven't gotten used to them."

Paying in sickles, galleons and knuts was a bit of a rough habit to break, he'd found.

[thelongdormantcop]

"Nearly two, for me, and I haven't really, either," Jerry agrees, shaking his head. Maybe one of these days, it'll click, but two years hasn't really balanced out more than thirty of them yet. Hell, the prices alone still throw him sometimes, the words they use the same but the value, apparently, completely different, as well as their appearance. Head tipping back towards the building behind them, he asks, "You work at the station, right?"