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 smirked. "Thought so. You know, you really should work on that, Ronnie boy. Eyes are supposed to stay in their sockets; NOT glued to my arse!" He laughed. He gave Ron a quick peck on the cheek. "I'm just kidding. But really. You do stare at it quite a bit, Ronnie."
harrypottersstupidfriend Said:
Ron’s face turned even redder. “Er… Wha..what do you mean? How did you know about that… Th-they weren’t glued—!” He looked down and muttered something incomprehensible, his cheeks burning.
Then he looked back at George, cocked his head to the side for a moment, and kissed him.
