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Velocity Girl
Ron watched as Harry paced frantically back and forth in his living room, his face flushed and his eyes bright as he vented out all of the rage that had been brought forth by the sight of Sirius and Cho kissing in the library of 12 Grimmauld Place.
Or at least that was what he had gotten out of Harry the minute that he had flooed into the sitting room of the Burrow. The rest had been swallowed up into an incoherent growl of rage and he had just barely had time to stop Harry from smashing the wireless in his anger.
Now, Harry had somehow calmed down enough to not smash anything, but he still hadn't worked out all of his aggression physically. He had been quiet at first, but had began to occasionally spit out questions to Ron, who had tried to answer calmly and school himself to quell the impulse to belt Harry a hard one. Best mates or not, he had to admit that he really wasn't up to being patient. Patience had never been his strong suit and Harry had long reached the limits of the small supply that he did have.
Of course he had a right to be angry. Ron had answered the questions calmly. Yes. At both Sirius and Cho. After all, they had carried on behind his back and then lied to him. To his face. The two people he thought he could trust with his life had just betrayed him.
Ron had tried to do his best with Harry, but after he heard different variations of the same topics, he had finally had enough and pulled out the firewhiskey. It wasn't going to make the situation any better per say; but at least it would grant Harry some reprieve before he did something he would regret.
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