Ron. Ron Weasley.
I'm Ronald Weasley.
Youngest son and second youngest child in a family of 9.
Best mate of the Chosen One. Basically just... Harry Potter's stupid friend.
I'm a fifth year. Prefect. Keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
What of it?
OOC:
This is a roleplaying blog. I own nothing and only follow my fellow roleplayers.
Youngest son and second youngest child in a family of 9.
Best mate of the Chosen One. Basically just... Harry Potter's stupid friend.
I'm a fifth year. Prefect. Keeper on the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
What of it?
OOC:
This is a roleplaying blog. I own nothing and only follow my fellow roleplayers.
Ron wasn’t sure whether he should go with the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach or the elation threatening to overpower him… Joy would probably seem too out of place, and he shoved it into a corner of his mind with a tremendous effort.
“I don’t know about that. She seemed somewhat… giddy when she told me.” He felt bad for Hermione now that he knew George hadn’t been the one to kiss her. She had probably thought Fred’s kiss was special. Like Ron had about George’s.
“And what do you mean, there’s no way George would have?” he asked, trying to make it sound like an afterthought and hoping that it wasn’t too obvious.
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Hermione, stunned, cocked her head, wondering what was going on. “…Fred? Okay…?” Oblivious to the drama, she shrugged,...
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