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phineasjonesso then i had a lunch break and i wrote more
Ron glanced around the dimly lit pub and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans under the table. Dom was at the bar, smiling and chatting with the bar tender. Dom seemed to smile at everyone. "Cute" was a word that kept coming to Ron's mind. This man's eyes sparkled. His smiles were slow and lopsided. His hair was as messy as Harry's, maybe messier.
But if Dom was "cute," he was some special kind of "cute" that came laced with "dead sexy." His movements were graceful. His body was lean and muscular and his voice... his voice was probably why Ron was sitting there, against his better judgment.
He was completely out of his element. He never went into Muggle establishments without Harry or Hermione - or someone who'd taken the full course of Muggles Studies. What could he even talk about?
Dom was making his way back to their table, carrying two mugs of beer. He set one down in front of Ron. "So, who were you chasing out there?"
Ron hoped he didn't look as flustered as the question made him feel. He was more of the type to chase Death Eaters into alleys than the type to smooth-talk Muggles.
He was much relieved when an answer came to him, "I saw a bloke snatch a lady's purse down the road. I thought I saw him run into the alley, but I guess he just got too far ahead."
"Well, wasn't that chivalrous of you?" Dom seemed to be teasing and Ron laughed a little, relaxing.
Dom's hand was wrapped around the handle of his mug and Ron noticed there was writing across his knuckles. He squinted and leaned closer, reading, "TREES."
Dom seemed only to happy to explain it - this movie he had been in, his passion for trees and the environment and New Zealand. Ron sent silent thanks to his father for explaining the negative effects of Muggle fuels and such. He was able to keep up the conversation for quite a while and was feeling rather proud of himself when Dom suddenly threw him for a loop.
Leaning back in his chair, Dom said, "Enough about me, though. What do you do?"
Think, you idiot, Ron told himself, taking a drink to give himself time. Useless things came to his mind. The truth first - I live with and work for the Order of the Phoenix, fighting Death Eaters and You Know Who. Finally he thought, Shops! Muggles have shops!
"I work at a bookshop owned by a friend of mine." It was almost true. Hermione ran the little shop in Muggle London, mostly as a way to meet with and get messages to other Oder members and allies. But Ron was there enough that he didn't even feel like he was telling an outright lie. Sometime he even shelved books.
By the time they left the pub, the effort of constantly monitoring his words had left Ron exhausted. Dom turned to him at the end of the alley.
"It was really nice meeting you. Can I give you my number and we can do this again some time?"
Ron stared blankly. Number? Dom was watching him expectantly and so he nodded.
"Great," Dom said, pulling a wrinkled piece of paper and short, featherless quill from his pocket.
He wrote on the paper and handed it to Ron and suddenly, with a sinking feeling, Ron understood. Tellyphone number. He had never learned to use one. He took Dom's extended hand and said goodbye as he turned to go, feeling overwhelmingly sad that he had no real way to find him again. Not without help, at least, and Ron felt he would really rather keep his new friend to himself.
"Wait!" he called to Dom. Dom stopped and turned toward him. "I don't have a tellyphone," he said it slowly, remembering Harry teasing him once for mixing up the word.
"Oh," Dom looked perplexed by this.
"But I really would like to see you again."
"Well..." Dom scratched his head, "Where's your bookshop? I could come by and see you."
"Great!" said Ron, knowing that it was probably a very bad idea, and just not caring. He wrote the address, grateful that it was in a muggle area, and gave Dom back his little piece of paper. "I'm in the stock room a lot. Be sure and ask for me."
"Ok, then, see you later."
"Right, later." Ron smiled to himself as he watched Dom walk away.
......................
part 3
i'm several scenes ahead of this in my head though. writing is slow.
Ron glanced around the dimly lit pub and wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans under the table. Dom was at the bar, smiling and chatting with the bar tender. Dom seemed to smile at everyone. "Cute" was a word that kept coming to Ron's mind. This man's eyes sparkled. His smiles were slow and lopsided. His hair was as messy as Harry's, maybe messier.
But if Dom was "cute," he was some special kind of "cute" that came laced with "dead sexy." His movements were graceful. His body was lean and muscular and his voice... his voice was probably why Ron was sitting there, against his better judgment.
He was completely out of his element. He never went into Muggle establishments without Harry or Hermione - or someone who'd taken the full course of Muggles Studies. What could he even talk about?
Dom was making his way back to their table, carrying two mugs of beer. He set one down in front of Ron. "So, who were you chasing out there?"
Ron hoped he didn't look as flustered as the question made him feel. He was more of the type to chase Death Eaters into alleys than the type to smooth-talk Muggles.
He was much relieved when an answer came to him, "I saw a bloke snatch a lady's purse down the road. I thought I saw him run into the alley, but I guess he just got too far ahead."
"Well, wasn't that chivalrous of you?" Dom seemed to be teasing and Ron laughed a little, relaxing.
Dom's hand was wrapped around the handle of his mug and Ron noticed there was writing across his knuckles. He squinted and leaned closer, reading, "TREES."
Dom seemed only to happy to explain it - this movie he had been in, his passion for trees and the environment and New Zealand. Ron sent silent thanks to his father for explaining the negative effects of Muggle fuels and such. He was able to keep up the conversation for quite a while and was feeling rather proud of himself when Dom suddenly threw him for a loop.
Leaning back in his chair, Dom said, "Enough about me, though. What do you do?"
Think, you idiot, Ron told himself, taking a drink to give himself time. Useless things came to his mind. The truth first - I live with and work for the Order of the Phoenix, fighting Death Eaters and You Know Who. Finally he thought, Shops! Muggles have shops!
"I work at a bookshop owned by a friend of mine." It was almost true. Hermione ran the little shop in Muggle London, mostly as a way to meet with and get messages to other Oder members and allies. But Ron was there enough that he didn't even feel like he was telling an outright lie. Sometime he even shelved books.
By the time they left the pub, the effort of constantly monitoring his words had left Ron exhausted. Dom turned to him at the end of the alley.
"It was really nice meeting you. Can I give you my number and we can do this again some time?"
Ron stared blankly. Number? Dom was watching him expectantly and so he nodded.
"Great," Dom said, pulling a wrinkled piece of paper and short, featherless quill from his pocket.
He wrote on the paper and handed it to Ron and suddenly, with a sinking feeling, Ron understood. Tellyphone number. He had never learned to use one. He took Dom's extended hand and said goodbye as he turned to go, feeling overwhelmingly sad that he had no real way to find him again. Not without help, at least, and Ron felt he would really rather keep his new friend to himself.
"Wait!" he called to Dom. Dom stopped and turned toward him. "I don't have a tellyphone," he said it slowly, remembering Harry teasing him once for mixing up the word.
"Oh," Dom looked perplexed by this.
"But I really would like to see you again."
"Well..." Dom scratched his head, "Where's your bookshop? I could come by and see you."
"Great!" said Ron, knowing that it was probably a very bad idea, and just not caring. He wrote the address, grateful that it was in a muggle area, and gave Dom back his little piece of paper. "I'm in the stock room a lot. Be sure and ask for me."
"Ok, then, see you later."
"Right, later." Ron smiled to himself as he watched Dom walk away.
......................
part 3
i'm several scenes ahead of this in my head though. writing is slow.
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Date: 2004-09-29 10:36 am (UTC)"I don't have a tellyphone" Ha! I love the promise of Dom stopping by Hermione's bookshop. !!!
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Date: 2004-09-29 10:37 am (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-09-29 11:14 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-10-07 05:41 am (UTC)eep!!! hope you're having safe fun and much luck!
♥!
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Date: 2004-10-01 10:45 pm (UTC)they are just liek teh perfect together.
i adore the little touches about the tellyphone and TREES. ♥
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Date: 2004-10-02 04:58 am (UTC)The truth first - I live with and work for the Order of the Phoenix, fighting Death Eaters and You Know Who. Finally he thought, Shops! Muggles have shops!
oh, the angst, the shmoop! the love! they are soooo mfeo!