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 knowingly. "Exactly, mate." He grabbed Ron's hand, tracking small ciricles on the top of it with his thumb. "What say we go back to the common room before we get caught? I'd hate to explain why I've been snogging my brother senseless past crewfew in the courtyards to Umbridge," he chuckled, imaging her reaction to such a proclomation. "Then again, we are lucky; she said boys and girls couldn't be within 10 feet; she said nothing about boys and boys."
harrypottersstupidfriend Said:
Ron snorted. “Somehow I don’t think she’d accept that explanation.” But he smiled and squeezed George’s hand. “But yeah, I guess we should go back.” He tugged on his brother’s hand and led him back toward the entrance to the secret passage they had followed to get out here in the first place.
