Date: 5th of September, 2000.
Location(s): Respective/Grimmauld Place
Summary: Ron gets up some nerve.
What can we do that would be worth eleven galleons to you?
Cos blimey -- I think you were ripped off.
At least Pig seemed excited about this; he danced on the desktop, throwing himself out the window before there could be any second thoughts.
Not that Ron really wanted to think about it. All he really wanted was a good drink before trying to study what had been thrown at him in training recently; nevertheless, there was a kind of weight to his walk as he made his way downstairs. Entering the kitchen, there was no denying that a dark cloud followed Ron.