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:
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kurtelizabeth--hummel Asks:

George, lost in his thoughts, didn't notice the person walking towards him. Only when they collided, himself falling on top of the other, did he snap out of his thoughts and come crashing into the real world. "Oh, Merlin! I-I'm so sorry! I--Ron?" George's face quickly flushed a deep shade of red. He had to many options; stay and talk to Ron like he needed to, push Ron off and make a run for it... So many things. But, he knew what he wanted, what he needed to do. "Ron, we...We need to talk."

harrypottersstupidfriend Said:

Not really caring where he was going, Ron didn’t pay much attention until he was knocked flat on his back and someone was on top of him. “Bloody—!” He stopped short, noticing who it was, and blushed furiously.

He resisted the intense urge to wrap his arms around the older boy… But that would just have the same effect as before. He forced himself to remain calm…. He was calm he was calm he was NOT CALM!

He gulped nervously. “Er… yeah, okay…”