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.
“Well…. bye, I guess.”
She pursed her lips, and began to walk away, her cheeks scarlet.
Draco watched her leave, with hopes that tomorrow would bring good news.
“Bye, Granger.” He said, in his old mocking tone, just to make things less awkward and to lighten the mood.
Ron walked into the courtyard and was surprised to discover that Hermione and Malfoy were the only ones there. “Er.. Hermione? What’s going on?” he asked, not before shooting a quick glare at Malfoy.
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She turned sharply towards him. “Oh? So I’m not allowed to take a leisurely stroll through the grounds when I want to?...
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Ron tagged along after Hermione. “But why were you in the courtyard in the first place? I thought you didn’t have any...
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