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 his ground. "What's gotten into you, Ron?! And why kiss me TWICE, if you're just going to bloody apologize for it? You're a git, you know that? Don't you understand, Ron? I'm in love with you. Just..tell me; do you love me, at all? That's all I want to know. I'll leave you alone, no matter the answer you give.." He was begging now. Tears were streaming down his face-- George Weasley never cried. He was hurting, anyone but a fool could see that.
harrypottersstupidfriend Said:
Ron froze. There it was. George had said… he was in love with him. He hated himself for what he was doing. He hated it! But there was no way to win. What could he do? He would do anything to ease George’s pain..
He burst into tears. He couldn’t bring himself to lie, but he couldn’t tell the truth. He couldn’t. He shook his head, not in response to the question, but to the situation. Why?
