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:
"Ron--!" George sighed, taking off in a run. "Wait! Bloody...Ronald! We need to talk about this! Just tell me why!" He slowed to a halt, grabbing onto Ron's wrist. He was panting slightly now, though from running or anger, he knew not. "Tell me...why...? You at least owe me an explanation. And, it wouldn't be 'lying'. You'd just be keeping secrets. And, not only that, but I'm sure Harry and Hermione wouldn't hate you if you told them you liked blokes; just...don't tell them who, unless you're ready.."
harrypottersstupidfriend Said:
Ron jerked to a halt when George grabbed his wrist, but he refused to look at him. “We need to talk about? What, how I don’t want to snog you in dark corners?” Ron asked angrily. Why wouldn’t George let him go? “I told you why. I CAN’T DO THAT! Just… go away!”
He shook his brother off and took off again, not sure where he could go that George couldn’t go as well, but trying to get there anyway.
