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 was rather taken aback. "Ronnie, what are you...?" He smiled gently, trailing off. He wrapped his arms around Ron. He heard him mumble something against his chest, but didn't worry about it. He kissed the top of Ron's head gentley. "I'm so sorry, Ron. I really am. And, I just hope that you can forgive me. If anything, be my friend. I don't want to lose you, not completly..."
harrypottersstupidfriend Said:
Ron looked up in surprise, his cheeks still wet. “You’re sorry? What are you sorry for? You’ve got nothing to be sorry about! I’m the one who was acting like a complete git. I’m sorry.”
