Voicetesting and infinitely homeless

[thinkswithherstomach]

 Right, so...

I don't even know what you were thinking here, mate. [Ronnie takes a massive bite of the sausage sandwich she'd been gnawing on, chewing almost contempatively.] I mean, think about it this way, I'm not going anywhere any time soon right? So I don't think there's much of a point of getting your knickers in a twist about trying to find me a home. I've got a home and I've got Hogwarts so I'm not that fussed really.

Quite happy actually! [She takes another triumphant bite of her sandwich.]

Your Muse,
Ronnie Weasley

Comments

[alphaophiuchi]

Can you really call that hole you live in a home? I mean, let's be perfectly honest here.

[thinkswithherstomach]

Bugger off, Malfoy, you prat. I didn't ask for your opinion, did I?

[alphaophiuchi]

It was public. Therefore, I'm voicing my opinion. Perhaps this nice bit of air over here asked for it. What then, Weaselette?

[thinkswithherstomach]

Then I'd tell you that you're barmy for talking to air and to get your nose out of my family's business.

[alphaophiuchi]

And who are you talking to, then? Before me, as it were.

For the record, your family's business is my family's business. You reflect poorly on the rest of us.

FUUUUU HTML

[thinkswithherstomach]

Wizard god?

The one at the keys, obviously!

Bollocks! My family are good people are you're a load of-- [She stops and takes a bite of her sarnie instead.] Not all of us are Ferret-features, Malfoy.

[coordinated]

[>| RONNIE.]

You could finish your sandwich before you talk, you know.

[thinkswithherstomach]

[She deliberately takes another bite and talks with her mouth full, just to piss her perfect older sister off.]

Could but I don't wanna.

[coordinated]

Ronnie! Honestly! We're in public; show some respect!

[thinkswithherstomach]

What! I'm not doing anything!

[coordinated]

You're eating like you were raised in a barn! What would Mum say?!

[thinkswithherstomach]

Mum's not here and I'm hungry!

[coordinated]

Then chew with your mouth closed!

[thinkswithherstomach]

Or what? You'll tell mum?

[coordinated]

I'll certainly tell someone!

[thinkswithherstomach]

Don't you have cauldrons to be whining about?

[coordinated]

I don't deal directly with the regulation of cauldron bottom thickness anymore, thank you.

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[whitebumblebee]

Everything does seem easier when one has a full stomach.

[thinkswithherstomach]

Yeah. Life's better with a sarnie in the hand.