Chapter 3
More Dublin
The next day was filled with tea and cakes and stories. Everyone could tell that Ron was getting very fond of Bridget, although Bridget did not. Mr. Deary was very kind and very sociable. He was just overjoyed with everything Ron and Ginny told him about their father. He kept saying things like "Well I'll say." "How is it?" "Do you want me to believe such a thing!" and "Can it be?" Harry and Hermoine were enjoying all the stories of the Weasley family. To them, the Weasleys were the most interesting people they knew!
Ron was enjoying himself as well. Anytime Bridget offered him something to eat, he would take it. If she talked, he would listen as if his life depended on it. It was all the rest of them could do not to laugh or say anything about it.
Everyone had a great time. Being time, though, it eventually ran out, and the guests had to leave.
"Bye Bridget," Ron said sheepishly. "I'll send you an owl sometime."
"Okay! I can't wait to hear about Hogwarts!"
After all the goodbyes were said, the students went back to their rooms and began to pack. They spent their last night at the pub near the B&B. It was great. They talked and laughed and just had a good time.
They had eaten mushrooms and potatoes and drunken butterbeer. The people in the pub were very kind and, of course, especially to the famous Harry Potter.
Soon enough, though, the pub emptied and only a few "night owls" were left to enjoy the summer night. By some odd vigor, the group of Hogwarts students broke up into two groups: Ron and Hermoine, and Harry and Ginny. Ron and Hermoine argued about school and work and their futures, mostly. Harry and Ginny just talked.
They both felt a little awkward about the other night. Ginny, especially, felt odd about what she had said about Harry's parents and all. It had seemed a great thing to say at the time, but now she just couldn't talk about it. She kept thinking about what he had said.He didn't really say anything, really. He seemed unsure of himself, like even he didn't know what it was like to live without parents. He didn't seem aware of his life or himself. He just seemed.I don't know.nonchalant, or something like it.
As they walked back to the B&B, Ginny planned what she would tell Harry when the time was right. She wanted to save it for the train ride home, when they could have a little more privacy.
"Ginny?" Harry asked quietly.
"Yes Harry?" She sounded hopeful. Harry moved a little closer to her so that his voice would not be heard. Ron and Hermoine were a few feet behind laughing about something that had happened in the pub.
"Uh.about the other night. I just didn't know what to say. I mean, no one has ever asked me anything like that before."
"It's okay Harry. I think I understand. I mean, I don't understand, but I'm really trying. You just can't explain it, can you?"
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From the author: Okay, I hope the story is getting better. This is my first fan fiction and I am learning as I go! Thanks for reading!
More Dublin
The next day was filled with tea and cakes and stories. Everyone could tell that Ron was getting very fond of Bridget, although Bridget did not. Mr. Deary was very kind and very sociable. He was just overjoyed with everything Ron and Ginny told him about their father. He kept saying things like "Well I'll say." "How is it?" "Do you want me to believe such a thing!" and "Can it be?" Harry and Hermoine were enjoying all the stories of the Weasley family. To them, the Weasleys were the most interesting people they knew!
Ron was enjoying himself as well. Anytime Bridget offered him something to eat, he would take it. If she talked, he would listen as if his life depended on it. It was all the rest of them could do not to laugh or say anything about it.
Everyone had a great time. Being time, though, it eventually ran out, and the guests had to leave.
"Bye Bridget," Ron said sheepishly. "I'll send you an owl sometime."
"Okay! I can't wait to hear about Hogwarts!"
After all the goodbyes were said, the students went back to their rooms and began to pack. They spent their last night at the pub near the B&B. It was great. They talked and laughed and just had a good time.
They had eaten mushrooms and potatoes and drunken butterbeer. The people in the pub were very kind and, of course, especially to the famous Harry Potter.
Soon enough, though, the pub emptied and only a few "night owls" were left to enjoy the summer night. By some odd vigor, the group of Hogwarts students broke up into two groups: Ron and Hermoine, and Harry and Ginny. Ron and Hermoine argued about school and work and their futures, mostly. Harry and Ginny just talked.
They both felt a little awkward about the other night. Ginny, especially, felt odd about what she had said about Harry's parents and all. It had seemed a great thing to say at the time, but now she just couldn't talk about it. She kept thinking about what he had said.He didn't really say anything, really. He seemed unsure of himself, like even he didn't know what it was like to live without parents. He didn't seem aware of his life or himself. He just seemed.I don't know.nonchalant, or something like it.
As they walked back to the B&B, Ginny planned what she would tell Harry when the time was right. She wanted to save it for the train ride home, when they could have a little more privacy.
"Ginny?" Harry asked quietly.
"Yes Harry?" She sounded hopeful. Harry moved a little closer to her so that his voice would not be heard. Ron and Hermoine were a few feet behind laughing about something that had happened in the pub.
"Uh.about the other night. I just didn't know what to say. I mean, no one has ever asked me anything like that before."
"It's okay Harry. I think I understand. I mean, I don't understand, but I'm really trying. You just can't explain it, can you?"
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From the author: Okay, I hope the story is getting better. This is my first fan fiction and I am learning as I go! Thanks for reading!