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.
kurtelizabeth--hummel Asks:
George was in shock. Ron hadn't...drank the love potion after all. No, this had to be Ron's own little prank. "Ron, you're confused! You had to have drank the stupid thing! You kissed me, remember? You took the potion, it's not worn off, you think you like me...but you don't. You never will, okay? So just, go the the nurse's wing, she'll fix you right up. And then, we'll forget about this, and we'll best friends, brothers, once more, alright?" George gave Ron a sad smile through teary, ice-blue eyes.
harrypottersstupidfriend Said:
Ron blinked. How thick could George get? “Yes, I remember kissing you; how could I not?” He shook his head. “You idiot! That doesn’t mean I drank the bloody potion! See, I have it right here!”
He pulled the little flask containing the love potion out of his pocket and held it up for George to see. It was still filled all the way up to the stopper.
