Who: Ron, Harry, & Hermione (If she wants! I figured I'd throw the thread up, but I'm still out of town so if it's slow or if fingers hurt to much to thread, that's okay!)
Where: The pub
What: Old friends catching up.
When: Tonight!
Rating: TBA? Tame I'd imagine.
The more Ron found out about this place, the more weirded out he got. While it was brilliant that Fred and Lupin and Tonks and all weren't keeled over, it was bizarre, too. He hadn't even finished mourning Fred yet really. It was hard to get over it when he was working around George, who Ron was pretty sure might never really get over it, all the time.
And now there was some bloke claiming to be his son.
Ron was sort of hoping to end this night completely sloshed so he didn't have to try to wrap his head around all that. Of course now it would be bloody awkward, because he and Hermione supposedly had a son when they'd never exactly BEEN to the sort of places that could produce a son. Yet. So Ron had zero idea of what to say to her.
But still. He was glad to see Harry, and to hang out with Hermione again. He claimed a table in the corner and amused himself by playing with the utensils and such on the table while he waited.