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's arm fell limply to his sides. "He..doesn't love me after all, then..." He sighed, punching the wall in aggrevation. "How could he...who does he think he is?!" He looked out of the corner of his eye at Ron's retreating figure. He thought about following him. But then again...No. That's what he'd do. He'd follow Ron. See where he went.
So, he followed Ron through every hallway, every corner that he turned. He was going to figure this out once and for all.
So, he followed Ron through every hallway, every corner that he turned. He was going to figure this out once and for all.
harrypottersstupidfriend Said:
Ron ran through the castle. There was no where to go. He thought about the Room of Requirement… that would hardly be helpful. He could go back to Gryffindor tower, but the others were probably still awake. He didn’t want to deal with that.
He had to get outside. But it was now past curfew, and someone would be watching the door… He would have to use a secret passage.
He found the one he was looking for that came out near the beech tree by the lake and headed down it.
