#eg ron

He hadn’t been home long, had only stopped by long enough to grab a few more sweatshirts and swipe a few of Max’s books, but it’d been more than long enough. Neil had been home, and now Billy was nursing a nasty gash right on his kidney from Neil’s ring. 

They were back at camp now, and Billy didn’t even know whether he was glad or pissed about it. Anywhere had to be better than home. According to the schedule, they were even supposed to get the plumbing up and running in the next week or two. Which would be a fucking godsend, because right now, Billy was trying to decide whether he’d need stitches in the fucking dark, a flashlight held between his teeth. 

The community bathrooms smelled like thirty year old shit, and looked about the same, but he could hardly do this in his cabin. Closing his eyes a minute, Billy took a breath around the flashlight, and gritted his teeth. 

Then he dumped on the vodka he’d swiped. 

“Mother f u c k e r !” 

WHAT DID YOUR CHARACTER BRING BACK TO CAMP WITH THEM:

all of the snacks. packaged snacks. tinned snacks. homemade snacks from the old lady who took a shining to ron in town because he asked about the chocolate mice. his entire bag was just snacks.

a bottle of homemade spider repellent from the same old lady who insists that it’ll keep them away. spoiler alert: ron spent a stupid amount of money on a spray bottle of water.

whatever was left of the money he had probably went on a bottle of some cheap alcohol so he can join in on festivities.

a postcard and stamps with good intentions to send it home, but it’s currently in the bottom of his bag and forgotten about.

spf 50. because ginger.

WHAT DID YOUR CHARACTER DO WHEN THEY GOT BACK TO CIVILIZATION:

played way too much pokemon go because there are none in the damn camp okay?! 

caught up on football scores from the world cup and local teams

lusted after a beautiful glass chess set that was obnoxiously expensive

ate too much

WHAT’S BEEN THE BIGGEST ADJUSTMENT OF CAMP LIFE?

honestly, ron didn’t take too much adjusting. other than the weather being a little unusual for him, it reminds him of summers back home fixing up the family home and being treated like child slaves in the garden. the thing he struggles most with is the food - he’ll eat anything, but there’s not enough of it for his liking. 

HOW ARE THEY HOLDING UP?

truly, ron is still ridiculously hyped up for the whole thing to come to fruition. he has his moments where he’s frustrated and hot and hungry - let’s be real, all of it is because it’s hungry - but overall he’s pretty happy. he’s hanging out with some strange people, some people he thinks are cool and others he can’t really stand, so it’s basically like being home for the summer but without his mother pestering him constantly.

ANY HOT GOSS?

           SHE HAD TOLD HIM NOT TO. SHE HAD TOLD HIM NOT TO TEN TIMES.  JUST WAIT! There had been an entire safety presentation to the whole group before they’d come. What to do, what not to do. How to appropriately handle situations if the arose, though that was very much a ‘just in case’, a worst case scenario. They had been prepped and by all intensive purposes, Ron should have known better from the get-go. Especially when she told him as much. The mess hall needed to be cleared, but beyond all that, the attic did too. Every building would have it’s purpose, but it did them no good to do what they needed to if they had half the forest living in the attic, along with god only knew what else. 

          The water damage had been apparent from the ceiling of the hall, but just how bad was it? That was the question, wasn’t it? They needed to figure it out and while they could speculate from the outside, they needed to actually get up close and personal, and get one of the engineering students to take a better look and sort it out amongst themselves. As it was, there would be no shortage for them when it came to delegated tasks. She hadn’t wanted to say anything, but from the moment they’d spotted the entrance to the attic, she had a bad feeling. Hermione, of course, had chalked it up to the fact that it looked like a scene from a horror movie. Dimly lit, musky and old. Stark white with water damage and claw marks from animals, or workers from long ago being too hasty to close anything properly, probably trying to latch it with a broom or something. A logical reason, but she didn’t like it. And it took Ron nearly shoulder checking it as she stood, holding the ladder in place before it budged, and the smell. Well the smell told her it was rotted wood or worse. 

         He was the first up, and she followed with her flashlight and . . . It was bad. Old insulation molded over, soft beams under their feet, an odd bit of light streaming through confirming what she had suspected. The roof needed work. And the attic?  It wasn’t safe, she knew that much. Which is why she told him to stay because while she didn’t want to say anything out of fear for it coming off the wrong way, he was heavier than she was, which should have been more of a common sense realization on his part than anything else, and yet. Even a dog would have known to stay if she told it to. And yet Ron was coming up behind her, the same soft beam supporting both their weight, until it wasn’t. A scream ripped from Hermione’s throat as the floor dropped out from beneath her, sending both herself and Ron falling to the ground, lost amongst a sea of black mass which had once been pink, soft yet still very much wood wood, onto a pile of old tarps that had been dragged into the middle of the room, clutter and debris swept up as if they’d known some makeshift something was needed to soften the fall. She could feel it in every part of herself, but the pain hardly mattered because disgust was coursing through her, rising like a tidal wave of absolute panic. 

Welcome home, Spider King, enjoy your stay. RONALD WEASLEY, ACCEPTED!