Ron lay in his bed, atop of the white bedspread, flipping through an old copy of Quidditch, Through the Ages. He sighed, not really reading the material (as he'd read the book several times before), and glanced at his watch in a frown.

"Bloody hell, where's my tea?" he mumbled, not really concerned about the tea, rather he was really quite bored and wanted Caryn to return so he'd have someone to chat with.


ooc: for those of you who are wondering, Ron crashed a loaner broom into the Quidditch stands during a practice--bruised his ribs, broke his right leg, banged up his head, and sprained his left wrist.

"Right here, sir." Clay said as he walked into Ron's room alongside Caryn. Clay was carrying the the tea in his hands and handed one to Ron before setting the other on a nearby table for whenever Caryn's father, Bill, came back into the room.

"How're you feeling?" Caryn asked, frowning with empathy at her uncle. She giggled softly as she saw what he was reading. "We've got to find you some new reading material," she said, making a mental note to do just that for Ron's Christmas present that year.

Clay stood off to the side to stay out of the way of Caryn and her uncle talking. He wanted to be polite and give them some space, so he moved over to a chair on the other side of the room and took a seat. He looked around the sterile hospital room and thought to himself that they needed to put more color on the white walls. He quickly stopped thinking about the wall color as he turned his attention back to Caryn.

Ron took the tea, blinking stupidly, and momentarily ignoring his niece. He set the tea aside for the time being, and lowered the book to rest on his lap.

"Sorry, but...who are you?" he asked Clay, casting Caryn looks of puzzlement and concern.

"Oh! Erm, sorry...Ron, this is Clay," Caryn said, biting her lip in a somewhat nervous grin. Sure, it was only Ron, and not her Dad, but the situation was still a little awkward. "Clay," she said, smiling brightly at him, "....this is my Uncle Ron."

Clay got up from the chair he'd only just sat down in and came over to the bedside. "Nice to meet you, Ron. Caryn's had nothing but nice things to say about you ... It's a pleasure to finally meet you. Sorry the circumstances couldn't be better," Clay finished and quickly glanced at Caryn before retuning his line of sight to Ron.

"Er...right," Ron said, giving a bit of a chuckle. "Good to meet you, Clay...Caryn's mentioned me, eh?" he said, flashing a cocky grin to his niece.

"Right, well, make yourself comfortable, Clay. Help yourself to, er, whatever is in that bowl, there--don't ask me what it is, though judging by the color I'd wadger it's chocolate something or another. To answer your question, Miss Weasley, I'm feeling much better now that you're here to entertain me, thanks."

Clay returned back to the chair he was in earlier, letting Caryn and Ron talk some more. He could easily talk to most people, but something about meeting a member of Caryn's family made him keep somewhat quieter than he usually would've been.

Caryn snickered softly, though it wasn't without her usual eyeroll at her uncle's cheesiness.

"Alright, but I charge by the hour," she said, laughing as she reached to fluff up his pillow. She also refilled his water glass, and handed him his tea while eyeing his injured wrist.

"Clay's aspiring to be a Healer as well," she informed him, flashing another smile to the gorgeous brown-haired boy.

This post has been edited by Caryn Weasley on Sep 3 2006, 09:28 PM

"Oh, are you?" Ron asked, eyeing Clay with mild interest as he took his tea from Caryn. "And what is it that you do now? Or, er, are you still at Hogwarts...?" He casted Caryn a side-glance, finding it humorous--however typical, for her to 'befriend' and older gentleman.

"I've recently applied to attend Magus in the fall ... I never actually went to Hogwarts, but to a magical school in the states," Clay said from his chair.

Clay returned Caryn's smile, keeping his focus on the two of them as he stood up and walked over and stopped just beside Caryn. He placed his hand on her back for a moment, before relizing maybe it wasn't such a good idea just yet. Removing his hand he looked down at Ron's arm, "Does it hurt much?"

This post has been edited by Clay Ashbrook on Sep 3 2006, 09:32 PM

"What, this? Nah...the essense of murtlap treatment has worked rather nicely, actually. " He paused, smiling in thought for a bit.

"I figured you were from the states, only with all the students coming across seas these days at such a young age--it's hard to tell anymore, isn't it?" He groaned a bit as he shifted his position, making a bit of a face as he glanced toward his ribs.

"They've said my ribs will take the longest to heal--but I should be ready to head home by tonight."

"Well that's good to hear," Clay said in repsonse to a short stay. He wasn't completely knowing of all injuries, but did know enough to understand what was being done to give Ron a fast recovery. Clay shoved his hands into his front pockets as he looked at Caryn and just smiled to her.

Caryn nodded in agreement; her hand had twitched a bit as she sensed Clay's nearing hers, but she too thought it was best not to show such affection in front of Ron.

"Erm...Uncle Ron...where did Dad go?" she asked, suddenly realizing he was missing from the room.

This post has been edited by Caryn Weasley on Sep 3 2006, 09:51 PM