p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 0px auto 1.286em; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a; scroll-behavior: auto !important;"strongA/N: Hey, y'all! Thanks for letting me take a week off. The TL;DR of it is called periods makes my chronic illnesses beat my fucking ass. Also, I saw a new endocrinologist (a doctor that helps patients take care of their thyroids and parathyroids) and I had my thyroid removed spring of 2022 so I have to take meds to replace the thyroid hormone in my body (which btw your thyroid has control over a shit ton of things in your body metabolism, anxiety, body temp, etc.) and when you are growing it can affect a lot and stunt you. But once you are done growing it is more about a comfort thing because it makes feel like you are bat shit crazy. So I see this new dude and he was just so fucking cocky which I hate in a doctor because they tend to be more dismissive in my experience. He asked if I was taking my meds I said yes because I was. And I told him I was having symptoms that my thyroid meds weren't working well enough (meaning I need to go up or down on the dose) and he accused me of just not taking my meds. Like I wanted to tell him that no dickwad I am taking my meds because if I don't I fucking notice why would I not take it. It affects my body's function and my other chronic conditions I am fucking taking it. I guess the glare I sent at him told him to stand down. Then he didn't like my psychiatrist (and he is the BEST doctor, he has gotten awards for the best doctor in the state multiple times) and made a side comment about my surgeon not being good (he was great) and all in all pissed me off. So I did the labs for my thyroid levels (which happens every appointment) and found a great person who takes blood work (can't spell it lol) and she was great. But guess what the level says that I need to get my dose up and I was taking my meds. Imagine that. Anyways just wanted to vent about this cause I HATE doctors who can't believe me./strong/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Ron had to admit that this was going to be weird for him. He couldn't help it. It was one thing that he didn't expet to do when he agreed to this not to long ago. As he was getting ready for the day an owl that was brown with some black feathers caem swooping in through the open window—that was most likely Harry's doing waiting for a letter from Cedric—Ron reconizesd the owl as belonging to his brother Fred, so it was most likely from Lee. It took a werid amount of time for a response but then again if you take into account the time it took for Lee to read it and how long it would take for the owl to come get it to him. It made sense. So he opened the letter that was signed with the typical /spanspan style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"L/spanspan style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Dear R,/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I am not sure how to talk to you about this, so I think it is time for you to meet P. Writes The Tea. Tell me when your next Hogsemeed trip is and we will both be there. He will be able to explain all of this./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"L/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"That souded weirdly amongness for Ron's taste. He thought back to his own letter he had sent Lee. All that was said that someone might find out. Oh how things have changed so much in just a short amont of time. Luckly, there was one this week, but in the plan he had talked to with Blaise they had to spend it together. Seem close. Maybe he could bring Blaise? No that is stupid. He is the reason I am in this mess. Rons thoughts were sprailling for the rest of the day. Worrying about how he was going to work with the plan and meet with Lee. Ron was so distrated thinking about all the possible way this could go, he did not noticing the glances that Harry and Hermoine where giving each other. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The next thing Ron knew he was outside of the Arithmancy room dreading the class for the first time. It had been deecnt since him and Blaise had the slient agreemnet to ignore each others existance to make both of their lives easier. Though after the agreemnet there was this awakward air around them not knowing what lines were no longer. Ron took a deep breath and walked in dreading everything that was happening. He looked for Blaise wondering if this living hell was starting imdently but he wasn't there yet. Not wanting to look like he was given heavan in his hands he just walked over to his normal desk and sat down getting out his transiguration essay to keep working on it since he was ealier then the professor and might as well get some work done. If this was a class he had with his friends then he would talk to Harry and Hermoine and goof off for a bit with them. But they are not here. So might as well do something. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Blaise then came into the room and saw Ron who smiled at him and came over. Looking way to awake for alomst being lunch time in Ron's opoion. He always got sleepy when noon was coming around. Then after lunch well let's say he uses that free period for a nice nap. "Well hello Ron. How are you?" Blaise asks sitting down in a way to elgent way. How does he sit down to smoothly? Ron thouhgt lookin at him with envy in that way. You would think with the way that Ron sits down that he had just run a marthon. Or that one time when he tried to sit down but missed the seat somehow. That totally does not happen once a day. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I am alive," was all that Ron could come up to respond. He was not good he was to tried to be good or even a fine. But it was not bad nothing happened that would consider it to be bad. So saying that he was in fact alive was the best he could do at the moment./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Blaise let out a startled snort. "Well, that is good?" Blaise says more like a question then a statemnet that Ron guesses that he was trying to make it sound. Ron couldn't help the weirdly satifsed smile that crosses his lips./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""When you are one of the friends that gets to go on the Chosens One's great adventures, sometimes all that you can ask for." Ron states smiling more by the way Blaise's face looks suprised by the comment. There was no happiness ro joy or naything good in that smile. It was a side to Ron that he only showed to his family—which does inculed Hermoine and Harry—one where he reminds them that he has been through shit. Shit that most wizards or witches or sorcesses could dream up for comic books. That was how he coped with it all, making snide remarks like it was nothing and seeing their horiffed expressions. Ron laughed at Blaise's expression. He couldn't help it. "If that is how you react to something as little as that maybe you won't cut being friends with me." /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Blaise spulutered at the comment which was a feat to make a Slytherin do that. It made Ron's sick enjoyment of doing this to people happier. Slytherins are known to putting on face to everyone that wasn't one of them—unless they are dicks—or close to them to see the real expressions and or reactions./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Are you okay?" Blaises asks seriously, which this was to be expected. This was an average reaction. He had gotten this many times and he knows that Hermoin and Harry did to. They share his werid of enjoyment doing this to people. It was the only way they knew how to deal with it other then reaching out to family—this also includes Cedric. He gets it more then others after 4th year.—and making jokes./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I am alive," Ron responds again, since saying he was in fact good or fine would be a lie that he can't keep up with anymore. It was better to aviod then to be blunt. Blaise seemed to understand this and was slient about it./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Before anything could get awakward Professor Vector came into the classroom, late which was very unsually. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""So sorry that I was late. Headmistress McGongaul has these ciriculam that she has been working on the whole summer. It is to help you prepare for the wizarding and Muggle world. I know we have been school for 2 months but she had just finished showing us teachers how to work with it." Professor Vector ramble casting a wordless spell so that all the papers magically fly to each student. Ron looked down and it was a career slip much like the one he had to use in his 5th year. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""All of the years will be getting their own versions of this. We all felt that. . .before we didn't have enough focus on life after Hogwarts. So we are starting this to prepare for it. A lot of things have changed with the new Ministry for Magic making new departments and adding their own required learning matrial for the people working there. How to use Muggle money, their Cutural verse ours ectra. But we are now giving it to you guys so you have at least a bit more of an understanding before becoming an adult. All childern raised in the wizarding world and not in the Muggle will have to take classes on the Muggle world and people raised in the Muggle world will have classes on the wizarding world. So we can all undstrand the world better and more importantly each other. And so all of you can be sucessful to get jobs in the wizarding world and Muggle world. So you will get new classes with me after when it would normally end. Your updated schedule is with the packet I gave you." Professor Vector says picking up, what Ron assmues is a teacher verison of the packet. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Please mark the jobs you would interstead in. And if you want to burn your own pathway explain it in the section that is blank. When we meet with the class at the end of the day we will go over these more. Then we will take the ones raised in the Wizarding World and the ones raised in the Muggle world to teach you guys more about the other. Also if you are not sure which on to join then you can to one one day and go to the other the next and see which one informs you more. Now go ahead and start it. It is okay if you don't finish it in the time that I give you. You will get more later." Professor finishes and casts a spell so a timer is now on the black borad for 15 mintues and everyone starts getting to work. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"People where talking to each other about what certain jobs mean and just their genral plans for after graduation. Ron looked at the paper that brought back the crashing relaity that Hogwarts was going to be done and he would have to choose a job that he will do seemingly for the rest of his life. The doubt about becoming an Aurror and if that is what he really wants to do. Was he just following Harry along? All the thoughts he was able to push away in his 5th year thinking that he will figure it out when it comes. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Whatever that paper said to you, Ron, I don't think it meant it like that." Blaise says looking midly concerned at the red-head who just relized he was scowling at the paper as if it said, well anything that Malfoy can come up with. Honestly his insults are just getting bland at this point. "Your poor Wealsey." "Your mother is fat." ectra ectra. Ron most have made a funny expression at Blaise's words because he laughed at him. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""What do you want to do as a job?" Ron asks suddenly surpising Blaise—and himself if he was being honest—but if they were going to be friends they had to know each other right./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Blaise looks off to the distance at no point in particular looking kinda sad or maybe the word is melconic. This was the first time he has seen the Slytherin with out that front that he always puts on. If Ron didn't know any better he kinda looked like he was going to cry. Maybe he would. Blaise seems to forget everyone is in the classroom is there and it was just the two of them somewhere some place. By just looking at him Ron fell right into it too. It was just the two of them right now. Nobody else is there for this moment. It is for one another and that is it. /span/p
p style="border: 0px; outline: 0px; font-size: 15.12px; font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', Verdana, Helvetica, sans-serif; vertical-align: baseline; list-style: none; margin: 1.286em auto 0px; padding: 0px; line-height: 1.5; color: #2a2a2a; scroll-behavior: auto !important;"strongScience lesson and vent aside I hope you guys love the new chapter. I wrote it in between looking at houses and going to doctor appointments. Hope you guys love it as much as I do!/strong/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Ron had to admit that this was going to be weird for him. He couldn't help it. It was one thing that he didn't expet to do when he agreed to this not to long ago. As he was getting ready for the day an owl that was brown with some black feathers caem swooping in through the open window—that was most likely Harry's doing waiting for a letter from Cedric—Ron reconizesd the owl as belonging to his brother Fred, so it was most likely from Lee. It took a werid amount of time for a response but then again if you take into account the time it took for Lee to read it and how long it would take for the owl to come get it to him. It made sense. So he opened the letter that was signed with the typical /spanspan style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"L/spanspan style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Dear R,/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"I am not sure how to talk to you about this, so I think it is time for you to meet P. Writes The Tea. Tell me when your next Hogsemeed trip is and we will both be there. He will be able to explain all of this./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: italic; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"L/span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"That souded weirdly amongness for Ron's taste. He thought back to his own letter he had sent Lee. All that was said that someone might find out. Oh how things have changed so much in just a short amont of time. Luckly, there was one this week, but in the plan he had talked to with Blaise they had to spend it together. Seem close. Maybe he could bring Blaise? No that is stupid. He is the reason I am in this mess. Rons thoughts were sprailling for the rest of the day. Worrying about how he was going to work with the plan and meet with Lee. Ron was so distrated thinking about all the possible way this could go, he did not noticing the glances that Harry and Hermoine where giving each other. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"The next thing Ron knew he was outside of the Arithmancy room dreading the class for the first time. It had been deecnt since him and Blaise had the slient agreemnet to ignore each others existance to make both of their lives easier. Though after the agreemnet there was this awakward air around them not knowing what lines were no longer. Ron took a deep breath and walked in dreading everything that was happening. He looked for Blaise wondering if this living hell was starting imdently but he wasn't there yet. Not wanting to look like he was given heavan in his hands he just walked over to his normal desk and sat down getting out his transiguration essay to keep working on it since he was ealier then the professor and might as well get some work done. If this was a class he had with his friends then he would talk to Harry and Hermoine and goof off for a bit with them. But they are not here. So might as well do something. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Blaise then came into the room and saw Ron who smiled at him and came over. Looking way to awake for alomst being lunch time in Ron's opoion. He always got sleepy when noon was coming around. Then after lunch well let's say he uses that free period for a nice nap. "Well hello Ron. How are you?" Blaise asks sitting down in a way to elgent way. How does he sit down to smoothly? Ron thouhgt lookin at him with envy in that way. You would think with the way that Ron sits down that he had just run a marthon. Or that one time when he tried to sit down but missed the seat somehow. That totally does not happen once a day. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I am alive," was all that Ron could come up to respond. He was not good he was to tried to be good or even a fine. But it was not bad nothing happened that would consider it to be bad. So saying that he was in fact alive was the best he could do at the moment./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Blaise let out a startled snort. "Well, that is good?" Blaise says more like a question then a statemnet that Ron guesses that he was trying to make it sound. Ron couldn't help the weirdly satifsed smile that crosses his lips./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""When you are one of the friends that gets to go on the Chosens One's great adventures, sometimes all that you can ask for." Ron states smiling more by the way Blaise's face looks suprised by the comment. There was no happiness ro joy or naything good in that smile. It was a side to Ron that he only showed to his family—which does inculed Hermoine and Harry—one where he reminds them that he has been through shit. Shit that most wizards or witches or sorcesses could dream up for comic books. That was how he coped with it all, making snide remarks like it was nothing and seeing their horiffed expressions. Ron laughed at Blaise's expression. He couldn't help it. "If that is how you react to something as little as that maybe you won't cut being friends with me." /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Blaise spulutered at the comment which was a feat to make a Slytherin do that. It made Ron's sick enjoyment of doing this to people happier. Slytherins are known to putting on face to everyone that wasn't one of them—unless they are dicks—or close to them to see the real expressions and or reactions./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Are you okay?" Blaises asks seriously, which this was to be expected. This was an average reaction. He had gotten this many times and he knows that Hermoin and Harry did to. They share his werid of enjoyment doing this to people. It was the only way they knew how to deal with it other then reaching out to family—this also includes Cedric. He gets it more then others after 4th year.—and making jokes./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""I am alive," Ron responds again, since saying he was in fact good or fine would be a lie that he can't keep up with anymore. It was better to aviod then to be blunt. Blaise seemed to understand this and was slient about it./span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Before anything could get awakward Professor Vector came into the classroom, late which was very unsually. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""So sorry that I was late. Headmistress McGongaul has these ciriculam that she has been working on the whole summer. It is to help you prepare for the wizarding and Muggle world. I know we have been school for 2 months but she had just finished showing us teachers how to work with it." Professor Vector ramble casting a wordless spell so that all the papers magically fly to each student. Ron looked down and it was a career slip much like the one he had to use in his 5th year. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""All of the years will be getting their own versions of this. We all felt that. . .before we didn't have enough focus on life after Hogwarts. So we are starting this to prepare for it. A lot of things have changed with the new Ministry for Magic making new departments and adding their own required learning matrial for the people working there. How to use Muggle money, their Cutural verse ours ectra. But we are now giving it to you guys so you have at least a bit more of an understanding before becoming an adult. All childern raised in the wizarding world and not in the Muggle will have to take classes on the Muggle world and people raised in the Muggle world will have classes on the wizarding world. So we can all undstrand the world better and more importantly each other. And so all of you can be sucessful to get jobs in the wizarding world and Muggle world. So you will get new classes with me after when it would normally end. Your updated schedule is with the packet I gave you." Professor Vector says picking up, what Ron assmues is a teacher verison of the packet. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Please mark the jobs you would interstead in. And if you want to burn your own pathway explain it in the section that is blank. When we meet with the class at the end of the day we will go over these more. Then we will take the ones raised in the Wizarding World and the ones raised in the Muggle world to teach you guys more about the other. Also if you are not sure which on to join then you can to one one day and go to the other the next and see which one informs you more. Now go ahead and start it. It is okay if you don't finish it in the time that I give you. You will get more later." Professor finishes and casts a spell so a timer is now on the black borad for 15 mintues and everyone starts getting to work. /span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"People where talking to each other about what certain jobs mean and just their genral plans for after graduation. Ron looked at the paper that brought back the crashing relaity that Hogwarts was going to be done and he would have to choose a job that he will do seemingly for the rest of his life. The doubt about becoming an Aurror and if that is what he really wants to do. Was he just following Harry along? All the thoughts he was able to push away in his 5th year thinking that he will figure it out when it comes. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""Whatever that paper said to you, Ron, I don't think it meant it like that." Blaise says looking midly concerned at the red-head who just relized he was scowling at the paper as if it said, well anything that Malfoy can come up with. Honestly his insults are just getting bland at this point. "Your poor Wealsey." "Your mother is fat." ectra ectra. Ron most have made a funny expression at Blaise's words because he laughed at him. /span/p
p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;""What do you want to do as a job?" Ron asks suddenly surpising Blaise—and himself if he was being honest—but if they were going to be friends they had to know each other right./span/p
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p dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.38; text-indent: 36pt; margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"span style="font-size: 13pt; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; color: #000000; background-color: transparent; font-weight: 400; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;"Blaise looks off to the distance at no point in particular looking kinda sad or maybe the word is melconic. This was the first time he has seen the Slytherin with out that front that he always puts on. If Ron didn't know any better he kinda looked like he was going to cry. Maybe he would. Blaise seems to forget everyone is in the classroom is there and it was just the two of them somewhere some place. By just looking at him Ron fell right into it too. It was just the two of them right now. Nobody else is there for this moment. It is for one another and that is it. /span/p