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:
He was taken aback. "R-Ron..? What..?" He was at a loss for words. Ron hadn't drank the potion. He had kissed George of his own free will. But... "Why?" George looked at Ron desperately. "Ron, why? I didn't even know you liked blokes! You've always hung around with Hermione, so I thought that you two..."
harrypottersstupidfriend Said:
Ron sighed. “I told you, didn’t I? Hermione is my friend. I don’t fancy her. I’ve always hung around with Harry, too. Doesn’t mean I fancy him either,” he added hastily. “And… er… I didn’t know myself until… well, until you.”
