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, having explored this school countless times, knew Ron was headed out to the courtyards. He sighed. Why was Ron being like this anyway? Pushing that thought aside, he followed Ron through the passageway.
Getting to the destination, George sighed, "Ron." He said, his voice rather thick. "What are you doing? If you don't bloody care about me, then why kiss me? You don't...you don't do that, Ron. Not only that, but you're being a drama queen. I know you want my body, and all, but you can't just run away, y'know?" He chukled at his own small joke, placing a hand on Ron's shoulder. But, the smile was replaced by pursed lips. "But honestly, why are you so...afraid?"
Getting to the destination, George sighed, "Ron." He said, his voice rather thick. "What are you doing? If you don't bloody care about me, then why kiss me? You don't...you don't do that, Ron. Not only that, but you're being a drama queen. I know you want my body, and all, but you can't just run away, y'know?" He chukled at his own small joke, placing a hand on Ron's shoulder. But, the smile was replaced by pursed lips. "But honestly, why are you so...afraid?"
harrypottersstupidfriend Said:
Ron jumped, hearing George behind him. He spun around to see that he had followed him all this way. The pained look on his brother’s face was almost enough to make him take it all back, to make him admit that it was all a lie, to make him tell George everything. Almost.
He shrugged the hand off his shoulder. “Okay, I apologize for kissing you. Now leave me alone,” he said coldly.
