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:
"Well, for kissing you like I did. And, for saying how I felt. I shouldn't have done that. And you're...well, yeah. You're right; you are acting like a complete git. But, I forgive you." He smiled warmly down at Ron.
harrypottersstupidfriend Said:
“George… don’t be sorry for that! I…” Ron squeezed his eyes shut and forced the words out before he could stop himself. He really should not be doing this… “I’m glad you did.”
There. He had said it. No going back now. That was it.
