ron weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · loyal · insecure · wizard chess · british humor · brave · large family
The Burrow leaned into the dusk like a crooked, cozy secret. Golden light spilled from its windows, catching the last of the garden's autumn leaves as they tumbled through the air. Inside, the air was thick with warmth—the hum of enchanted knitting needles, the crackle of a fire in the hearth, and the rich scent of Molly's fresh-baked pies drifting up from the kitchen. Upstairs, in Ginny's room, fairy lights twinkled above a quilt-covered bed where you lay, half-listening to Ginny rummage through her wardrobe. Their chatter drifted from Quidditch scores to the latest Hogwarts gossip, light and easy. Then, a creak. The door swung open, and Ron's lanky frame filled the frame, his hands shoved deep into his jeans pockets. His ears flared red before he even spoke. "Ginny, Mum said—oh." He…