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 grabbed Ron's hand, enlacing their fingers. "So, this is a yes to you wanting my body then, right?" He ask, grinning mischievously.
harrypottersstupidfriend Said:
Ron’s face flushed. “I… er, what are you talking about? I just… er… I said we’ll be careful! That doesn’t mean anything about—!” He stopped. What was the use? “Perhaps.”
