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Aug. 19th, 2005 08:56 pmThe galleons in his pocket were practically weighing him down. He almost had to drag his right leg behind him, they were so heavy. Ron Weasley had ten -yes, ten- shiny galleons of his very own to do with them whatever he pleased and the sun was shining and life was beautiful.
Ten whole galleons.
And they were his, all ten of them.
Ron didn't bother to contain his mirth. He grinned at everyone and even tipped an imaginary hat to an old witch. "Morning," he said cheerfully. "Brillant weather we're having, eh?" She may have said something in return, but Ron had already strutted merrily past her, listing in his head all the things that ten galleons could buy.
He was in Diagon Alley to meet up with Hermione and Harry. Hermione had scheduled the rendez-vous to discuss the upcoming year and if Voldemort was ready to kill them and if anyone had found Fawkes and probably to worry about the future and bite their nails and frown and sigh a lot, and Ron had planned to take part of the whole angsty affair, but that was before ten galleons had been bestowed upon him. Now all he wanted to do was run around and go into all the shops that he hadn't bothered even looking in before and pay the bill for lunch for once and tip the waiter an exorberent amount and get all the things that he hadn't even allowed himself to want in the past.
Ten whole galleons.
And they were his, all ten of them.
Ron didn't bother to contain his mirth. He grinned at everyone and even tipped an imaginary hat to an old witch. "Morning," he said cheerfully. "Brillant weather we're having, eh?" She may have said something in return, but Ron had already strutted merrily past her, listing in his head all the things that ten galleons could buy.
He was in Diagon Alley to meet up with Hermione and Harry. Hermione had scheduled the rendez-vous to discuss the upcoming year and if Voldemort was ready to kill them and if anyone had found Fawkes and probably to worry about the future and bite their nails and frown and sigh a lot, and Ron had planned to take part of the whole angsty affair, but that was before ten galleons had been bestowed upon him. Now all he wanted to do was run around and go into all the shops that he hadn't bothered even looking in before and pay the bill for lunch for once and tip the waiter an exorberent amount and get all the things that he hadn't even allowed himself to want in the past.