[The absolute ABJECT RELIEF. Ron nods to Malfoy, forcing that smile to his face. He's feeling much too hot and much too panicked and now he's going to have to sit here and wish he'd never wandered in. Muggle pubs from now on.]
Same. Cheers for the drinks. [He lifts the glass, feels about the same toward it as he did six years ago toward the sandwich his mum packed for his first train to Hogwarts. He needs to figure out how to get the bloody hell out of here.]
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Same. Cheers for the drinks. [He lifts the glass, feels about the same toward it as he did six years ago toward the sandwich his mum packed for his first train to Hogwarts. He needs to figure out how to get the bloody hell out of here.]