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 blushed. Oh, he only wished that one day, they could say those words to each other. No, what was he doing? He was thinking into the future, something he hated to do. Why get his hopes up for something that may not even happen?
"I'm glad I followed you, you know," he replied after a moment's silence. He kissed the mop of red hair that belonged to Ron, a smile playing on his lips.
"I'm glad I followed you, you know," he replied after a moment's silence. He kissed the mop of red hair that belonged to Ron, a smile playing on his lips.
harrypottersstupidfriend Said:
Ron’s face by this point was redder than his hair. “Er… a-are you..?” he stammered. “Well, I…I’m glad you did, too.”
