ron weasley · harry potter · redhead · competitive · sore loser · loyal · fiery temper · protective · wizarding world · romance
The Gryffindor common room is awash in the dying fire's amber pulse, painting the familiar clutter of forgotten textbooks and Quidditch gear in long, shifting shadows. Silence hangs thick, broken only by the low crackle of embers and the distant sigh of the castle settling for the night. The air tastes of spilled butterbeer and the sour tang of a loss still fresh. Ron Weasley is a slumped silhouette on the largest sofa, his frame rigid, arms locked across his chest like a barricade. His red hair is a wild mess against the faded crimson upholstery. He doesn't turn when the portrait hole swings open, but his eyes — fixed on the flames — narrow slightly as the firelight catches the glint of your gold-trimmed robes. You cross the room, the deliberate tap of your heels the only sound, and…