http://notjustananimal.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] notjustananimal.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2005-04-29 10:20 pm

Wolf helps post-torture Ron and celebrates with Garion (not at the same time)

Wolf comes out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on his pants.

He's been wearing modern clothes more often lately. He likes them. Therefor, he is wearing very dark blue Dockers, and a red t-shirt.

He's also been working more often lately.

No, no particular reason why. No, it doesn't have anything to do with Tim's death.

Anyways.

Wolf comes out of the kitchen, wiping his hands dry on his pants, and decides to order a glass of water.

He hasn't been quite as hungry lately, either.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/ 2005-04-30 05:30 am (UTC)(link)
Ron stumbled out of the laundry room (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/4525398.html), his face so pale it was nearly clear, tinged with green. He had an expression on his face that made it look like he was seconds from being sick all over himself. His eyes were wide, far too wide, and somewhat vacant, yet they darted around the room as if he was afraid someone would jump out from behind a potted plant and do him in.

Blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth down his chin and he was shaking so violently, it could only be called shuddering. He briefly scanned the floor until he found his wand, then turned to look around the room with red-rimmed eyes, his face stricken with horror and looking lost all at the same time. His shoulders both twitched slightly and his clothes were messy and unkempt, though not torn or anything.

If it weren't for the fact that the only blood was coming from his mouth, and there wasn't a bruise on him, it would have looked like someone had beaten him up--or maybe even tortured him.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/ 2005-04-30 05:39 am (UTC)(link)
"W-what?" He glanced around the room again, furtively. More blood dribble and when he saw it drippin on his shirt, he wiped away at the side of his mouth with his sleeve.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/ 2005-04-30 05:50 am (UTC)(link)
"I was...I was up in my room, reading." He looked around as if seeing if someone was near to overhear him say it. "I, er, I slipped and hit my lip on my desk."

If Wolf can smell when someone's lying, Ron's reeking of lies.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/ 2005-04-30 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Ron stumbled over to a chair, with Wolf's help, his shoulders still twitching, and he sat down, and started rubbing at them.

"I bit my tongue," he said, burbling slightly because of the blood in his mouth.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/ 2005-04-30 06:08 am (UTC)(link)
Ron complied, though his hands were trembling so much he could barely hold the cloth right. He was still glancing around.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/ 2005-04-30 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
Ron finally looked up. "Y-yeah?" he asked, after taking the bloody cloth out of his mouth.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/ 2005-04-30 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
Ron looked down at the cloth again. "It wasn't anybody," he lied, shakily. "I fell and hit my dresser."

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/ 2005-04-30 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
"They let Lucius Malfoy out after he tried to kill me," Ron said carefully. "They didn't even tell me they let him out. He came up behind me and threatened me, and I though he was still in jail. He tried to kill me when I was half-dead and had nearly bled to death and they let him go. He's...very slow compared to some people. And a lot less dangerous compared to some people," Ron said pointedly, glancing around. "Sometimes...sometimes it's good to just to sit and be quiet, isn't it? We should just both sit and be quiet."

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/ 2005-04-30 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
"S'better. I bit it pretty bad. But it'll be fine." He was looking at Wolf intently as he said this, as if to say, Yes, it hurt so bad I nearly bit clean through my own tongue. You have a reason to worry. It's just...you can't do anthing about it or I'm dead.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/ 2005-04-30 07:36 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll be fine," Ron said, his shaky voice finally starting to calm down a little. "Thanks for looking after me. I know you've had a rough time of things lately yourself."

Ron was master of the quick change.

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/ 2005-04-30 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Ha, you liar," Ron scoffed. "Yes it has. That French bastard's been giving Hermione trouble too. He's got bad news written all over him."

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/ 2005-04-30 07:52 am (UTC)(link)
"He's creepy. Told her she's going to marry her--basically whether she wants to or not. He's got to be twice her age or something? He was all creepy and intense and she was actually a little scare of him although she managed to outsmart him into leaving her alone for a while." Ron dabbed at his tongue and winced. "One thing's for sure--I ever get my hands on him he's dead."

[identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/_our_king_/ 2005-04-30 08:10 am (UTC)(link)
"I already have," Ron said. he counted on his fingers. "My friend Biff, who's a great fighter and stuff, he's going be her bodyguard if I'm not around, Hagrid, Bernard, Faith, and my brother Bill." he thought. "Faith'll tell Bigby, so there really isn't anybody else to tell. I don't like this though. We're just going to have to wait, but like...Hermione said that this guy was..." He tried to think of how to describe a television to Wolf when he barely understood it himself. "--this guy's from a story. Based on Beauty and the Beast or something. He was obsessed with the beauty and now Hermione thinks he's sort of replaced her with Hermione in his head. ...I just know once he gets out of jail he's going to try something. But I don't reckon ther's anything else we can do."