#//he doesn't know how she'll take knowing she's made pals with a lad whose been a 'violent criminal'; he'd not judge her for judging

[ronmanmob]

☠ ― how about.... either Ron's first day in prison, or his last.

Scenes From Our Canon Meme

"--Firs' day was usual" Ron offered after a weighty, lengthy pause for thought. They'd fetched up in a bar that neither of them owned or had vested interests in this evening and had found their way into a booth were, with a sharing platter of food and a stiff drink each, they'd got on to talking about things that lay pretty close to Ron's marrow-bones if he was honest. Which he'd sworn to be. And so, his gaze fixed on one of the bangles adorning Tabby's delicate wrist, he dredged up words and memories.

"--Usual b'cause there's a routine t'gettin' banged up 'n I'd been in p'lice nick b'fore. Not jail-propah, bu' cells f'th night. Said g'bye t'me ma'm tha' mornin', t'Reg, Charlie, th'dogs 'n-"

Something sharp near his heart made him wince.

"-N me aunts as well. May...'n Rose."

Ron took a breath, deep in, slow out, and reached across himself to tap at his left bicep. Tabby'd been round him in summer when it was vests for him, less shirt sleeves. She'd seen the inkings he had up there - the timepiece with no hands and the sumptuously rendered red roses. It was a memorial, that piece, to his Rose - gone but never, ever forgotten. Settling again as before, forearms to table, Ron went on.

"Took nuffin' wiv me. They take everyfin' off yah in jail, so I jus' went there - got dropped off by Albie - one'a our drivers. Walked in. Got read me rights 'n all, 'n then was processed like anyone else. Cloves taken. New ones - nick-ones - given. Cell assigned. Numbah given. 'N then it was th'grind tha' started -- same again 'n again, rhythmic undah ovvah-bright lights 'tween off-white walls, day on day on day..."

A shudder - tightly suppressed - went through Ron's whole body.

"F'ree years they'd given me" he said, "f'doin' grievous bodily 'arm on a piece'a filf tha' was tryin' t'kill me bruvvah." Heavily, his head shook back and fore. Then, a change of pace. His dark eyes tracked up in search of Tabby's. Quite what he was looking for he wasn't sure, but he did hope what he found wasn't too harsh a species of judgement.