Summary: "Sometimes he reaches for two plates at dinner." Post-DH drabble.
Pairing: None/Gen
Rating: PG
A/N: I swear I'm going to write something longer one of these days, but right now I'm processing it in fragments...longer than a perfect drabble, but not by much. Feedback is always appreciated.
Sometimes
Sometimes he pauses mid-sentence like he's waiting for something. Ron tries to jump in and crack a joke, finish the sentence, but the words always feel forced and empty and he knows he didn't say the exact right thing, even if he gets close sometimes. Close but no cigar, as the Muggles say.
Sometimes he reaches for two plates at dinner, pausing awkwardly before he puts the second one back. Sometimes he orders two butter beers and then gives one to Ron as if he'd meant to do it all along. Sometimes his spells work half as well, last half as long.
Ron pretends like he doesn't notice. He drinks the butter beer, takes the second plate, but the beer and the meal always taste funny in his mouth, like they were meant for someone else's tongue.