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:
"R-Ron? You alright, mate?" George ask, slowly, cautiously, walking over to the younger of the two. He pulled Ron into a, what he hoped was, caring embrace. "Shh, it's alright. Don't worry about it. I'm sorry. Forget I spoke. I shouldn't...Gods, I've frigtened you, haven't I, kiddo?" He released Ron, backing away. "Look, I'm gone, arlight? I'll leave, if you want. Is that what you want, Ronnie?"
harrypottersstupidfriend Said:
Ron shook himself. What was he doing? He did not cry. He left that to Hermione. And sometimes Harry. He merely sulked.
But still, the embrace was comforting and he felt cold and forlorn when George pulled away. He watched him backing away. Don’t go..! Bloody hell, he was stupid. He was going to regret this, but….
He ran over to George and threw his arms around him, burying his face in the tall boy’s chest. “No… don’t go away,” he whispered, not knowing or caring whether George heard him.
(ooc: lol I make Ron such a girl. xD)
