Ron's face was pale, so pale, and his expression was disbelieving. He barely felt his father's hand on his shoulder.
All he could do was stare blankly, trying to fight off the despair clutching at his chest.
No more pranks, no more calls of "ickle Ronniekins," no more teasing, no more backyard Quidditch matches, no more throwing rolls at each other across the dinner table, while mum scolded them, no more jokes that made Ron laugh so hard butterbeer shot out his nose...
"No," he finally muttered hoarsely, white as a sheet. "No, they can't...they can't..."
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Date: 2006-07-03 02:29 am (UTC)All he could do was stare blankly, trying to fight off the despair clutching at his chest.
No more pranks, no more calls of "ickle Ronniekins," no more teasing, no more backyard Quidditch matches, no more throwing rolls at each other across the dinner table, while mum scolded them, no more jokes that made Ron laugh so hard butterbeer shot out his nose...
"No," he finally muttered hoarsely, white as a sheet. "No, they can't...they can't..."