[ The voice strikes her like a slap around the face, but a good one. She hasn't heard it in so long that for a moment she thinks she's dreaming and she turns around, wildly, eyes widening before they lock on to that familiar bolt of red hair and the face and, oh, Merlin, he's here. Ron is here and suddenly the world doesn't feel as desolate and distractingly awful as it had half an hour ago because her best friends are both here and she's safe.
It doesn't take much for her to run ahead, lurching forward and throwing her arms around Ron's neck (he's used to it, she doesn't care), pulling him close and gripping at the back of his shirt. Not only is he here in the Drabworld but here in Caer Glaem, too, not miles and miles away like Harry. He's safe here at her side and oh, god, she's just so happy. ]
yooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo i mean hi
It doesn't take much for her to run ahead, lurching forward and throwing her arms around Ron's neck (he's used to it, she doesn't care), pulling him close and gripping at the back of his shirt. Not only is he here in the Drabworld but here in Caer Glaem, too, not miles and miles away like Harry. He's safe here at her side and oh, god, she's just so happy. ]