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 stood for a moment, staring deeply into Ron's eyes. His face broke out into a large smile. "Really?" He laughed in pure delight. George, being the prankster that he is, dug into his pocket, and pulled out some of his homemade fireworks, lit them, and threw them into the air. "Ron, this is...fantastic!" He ran the short distance, embracing Ron in a hug. He soom let go, though, remembering certain details; like the fact that they were brothers. "Ron..what would evenyone else think, though? I mean, we're brothers. It's not right.."
harrypottersstupidfriend Said:
Ron grinned, watching George play with his fireworks. He was so… cute. But then… he was right. They were brothers. His face darkened. “No, it’s not right, is it?”
