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Post by Ron Weasley on Aug 24, 2012 6:46:48 GMT -5
Ron loved food. Food made his world go round. Without it, he would probably go mad a cannibalistic before he would let himself starve to dead. That's pretty extreme, but that is simply how much Ron loves food. Breakfast was probably his favourite meal of the day, if he had one. Toast with melted butter and jam, scones with cream, crispy, juicy bacon with scrambled eggs and roasted tomatoes on the side. Ron would usually be salivating just thinking about it, but this morning was different. Ron was moody, a common occurrence, but this was a different moody. It was deflating and immobilising - and he had no idea what was wrong.
It was late on a Saturday morning, so though breakfast would still be running, the Great Hall would be relatively empty. Waking up with his less that good mood, he figured some breakfast would cheer him up just a little. He trudged down the middle of the hall and slumped down somewhere along the Gryffindor table. Fresh toast, eggs, bacon, sausages and pumpkin juice stared back at him. They coaxed him, teased him, tortured him and it wasn't making him feel any better. That's how bad things were. Food was even his enemy these days. He just had to try and figure out what was wrong.
The thought had his mind freezing at a blank wall, and he let his head drop to the table, making the cutlery and crockery clatter loudly. He groaned and banged his head again, and again. He wasn't sure if it was helping unscramble his mind, but it was surely giving him something else to think about. He let his head lie there on the table, and wished he could just go to sleep, for a very, very long time.
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Post by Seamus Finnigan on Aug 30, 2012 0:31:28 GMT -5
That appetite of Seamus was going to lead to trouble that was for certain. It was no wonder his mother claimed she would eat him out of house and home. He'd actually gotten up early that day spent some time with Luna and Neville, and decided to catch up with them after they spent some time in the green house seeing as his stomach was audibly growling again.
Thank Merlin breakfast was still going otherwise it would have been to the kitchens for Seamus and he really didn't want to eat alone and that's when he saw or rather heard Ron. He was surprised to see his roommate in such a state, usually he was tucking in and had an appetite that rivaled his own.
"I hope yah don't mind me sayin this but you look like shite," he spoke sitting across from the red head. Really what had crawled into Ron's breakfast and died? Really shouldn't the roles be reversed shouldn't he be banging his head over the champion tasks ahead? Okay so he'd don't that once already but eventually he got convinced that he just needed to ignore it and go on with life cause otherwise he was a wreck. Also Luna seemed to help calm him down and offered a few wards and charms to help him on the task too. He didn't know if they really worked or not but at least they made him feel better.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Sept 2, 2012 1:07:53 GMT -5
Ron was very aware that banging his head against the bench was not only drawing unwanted attention to himself from the remaining late breakfast eaters, but it was also starting to give him an awful headache, so he slowly lifted his head to the sound of the familiar Irish voice that could only belong to his mate Seamus. Ron looked at his friend, so brutally honest, his expression indifferent in contrast to his tone. "Thanks a lot mate. I feel like it, too..." Ron rubbed his forehead where he had been digging it into the table. He wouldn't be surprised if it was red and slightly swollen. It was a little thing to worry about compared to everything else on his mind, but it sure was a good distraction.
Taking a great big sigh, Ron picked up his knife and fork and began to stuff his plate with all the food he could manage to fit onto it. He honestly thought he always ended up with a smaller plate than everyone else. He carved into his sausages and began to eat and as he chewed, he said "You alright? Haven't seen you in days." He didn't care how he ate his food, as long as it got into his mouth. Hermione hated Ron's manners, among other things, of course. The thought of Hermione made Ron pause for a minute before he frowned and chewed with more determination as he looked at his friend.
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Post by Seamus Finnigan on Sept 15, 2012 1:51:34 GMT -5
Yeah, Seamus was too the point, there really wasn't a reason to beat around the bush when Ron looked like he did, and really he expected the same from his mates if he looked like shite he expected them to tell him. He started to load his plate as Ron rubbed his forehead. If the ginger didn't start eating soon then Seamus would be concerned but Ron loaded his plate up and Seamus knew things were at least somewhat alright.
Seamus had a huge mouthful when Ron asked him if he was alright and so he swallowed a fair bit without chewing properly and felt the uncomfortable lump in his chest as the food went down. "Could be worse," he answered with a shrug. "Being the sodding champion fer Gryffindor in't all sushine in daisies but," here Seamus gave a shrug of on shoulder before stabbing the other half of his sausage and shoving it in his mouth. He chewed this time before swallowing.
"Yeh ready fer the comin' Qudditch match?" he asked making a bit of conversation, before pouring himself a bit of pumpkin juice to wash things down with.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Sept 23, 2012 23:01:58 GMT -5
Ron had forgotten briefly that Seamus was the Gryffindor Champion. He suddenly felt very insensitive for not remembering and worrying about his own meager in comparison problems. But this was his mate Seamus after all. He knew what Ron was like and surely it wasn't any skin of his nose that Ron was a bit preoccupied to ask how being the champion was going for him. If it was Hermione on the other hand, she wouldn't have missed a beat of it.
Ron watched his friend attack his sausages. "You're probably sick of hearing it, but how's things going as Gryffindor Champion? There's another task coming up or something, isn't there?" Ron honestly hadn't been keeping track. He really should pay more attention, but he had been so distracted lately from everything that he was even starting to have trouble remembering what day it was.
When Seamus mentioned the up and coming quidditch match, Ron dipped his head and pretending to be having difficulty cutting up his bacon before answering. "Yeah, well, of course I am, mate ... I gotta be, you know?" In all honesty, he was nervous as hell for the next match, but that was the last thing he wanted to tell Seamus.
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Post by Seamus Finnigan on Sept 24, 2012 12:35:41 GMT -5
It was true that Seamus knew his friend Ron rather well and didn’t even think twice about how he hadn’t taken the fact that he was Gryffindor Champion into account. Really, he wasn’t expecting to be treated special or any differently though it seemed some people decided to do that. He was glad Ron wasn’t one of them. To have his friends treat him differently was not something he thought he could stand. There were times when the tasks or rather the idea of them drove him nuts if his friends acted differently he would have crashed as that would have bothered him too. But as much panic as there was about the first task it wasn’t as bad and he had surprisingly come out ontop.
“Honestly, I try not to think too much about being asked the question. People wanna know and I don’t blame ‘em.” Seamus gave a shrug before chasing his sausage with a bit of egg. “What I can’t stand is when people look at me like I shouldn’t be champion or somethin’. Though that kinda stopped after the firs’ task.” Seamus was grateful for that cause even though Neville and Luna and even oddly Cole helped him out with it all it was still bothersome and he was glad it was over. What he really hated was some of the pressure and people asking if he was ready and if he was going to win it for the house. He didn’t know. He knew a bit more about this task than the last one but still there was no telling.
“Yeah it’s not far off,” he answered with another shrug pausing in his eating to drink a bit of pumpkin juice. He set his drink down when Ron answered his question about Quidditch. He could kind of tell that his good mate was a bit nervous as they all were before their first match but Seamus knew Ron was good for it. He’d seen in practice and he didn’t exactly get the position of keeper for nothing. Course he thought it would have been McClaggen despite how much of a git he was, but he missed that last ball oddly enough making Ron the winner of the role of Keeper.
“Yer goin’ to be fine mate,” answered Seamus off handedly, “Ya’ve got a good grip when doin’ a sloth grip roll. Not ta mention it’s something most keepers don’ do.”
OOC: Hey, I just wanted to give an FYI that the Sloth Grip role reference is kind of to that time in the movie that Ron slid upside down on his broom and blocked the quaffle with his head where it kind of looked like luck/accident. Also Seamus is kind of an expert at the Sloth Grip roll, he’s been practicing it a lot recently as he is quietly trying to invent a new move.
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Post by Ron Weasley on Oct 11, 2012 4:59:03 GMT -5
Honestly, Ron was prepared to drop anyone who even looked the wrong way at Seamus lately. After all the talk about him that was going around after he was announced as a champion, Ron's tether was significantly shortened. No one was more deserved to be a champion than Seamus, at least, no one Ron cared to know. And that's just it. Ron knew Seamus. Not only was he a good friend, but he was a house mate, a great bloke and really, Ron thought he was perfect for the position, so to speak. Mostly it was Slytherins down talking Seamus's validity as a champion, because they are all gits except for Harry in Ron's eyes, but the more the Slytherins talked and jeered, the more people from the other houses began to go along with it - even Gryffindors. But Seamus shut them all up, the whole lot of them, after the first task. Merlin knew Ron loved to rub it in the faces of those who doubted Seamus.
"Honestly, mate, anyone that doesn't believe you deserve to be a champion is a git or a Slytherin - and we both know they mean nothing to noone ... cept Harry o' course. Don't tell him I said that about Slytherins." As much as Ron didn't think so, he sure did express his opinion in most situations - the only difference in this situation being that Ron's opinion was actually relevant. Ron stuffed the very last pieces of egg and bacon into his mouth and began to load his plate with a second round of food. "I mean, can you imagine if my name had been called? Gryffindor would have no hope. On the Quidditch pitch, at least my lack of skill is made up for with the rest of the team's."
Ron smiled sheepishly as Seamus gave him praise for his sloth grip roll during try outs. Ron felt his cheeks start to burn a little and knew they were probably pink and getting brighter. "Thanks mate, but I'll tell ya, most keepers probably don't do it because it's generally something you do by accident. To be completely honest, the try outs were a total fluke. I thought McLaggen had it at mounting his broom. I ddin't intend to do that roll ... I was just trying to stay on my broom mostly." Ron was embarrassed to admit it, and Seamus was the first person he had said this to. He hadn't even said this to Harry. And if Hermione heard, he would never hear the end of it. She would say it was unfair to McLaggen or something. He knew she had a fancy for that lumox.
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