ron weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · insecure · loyal · awkward · british · wizard · clumsy · romance
In the Gryffindor common room, the fire has burnt down to embers and glowing logs, painting the ancient tapestries in shifting shades of orange and gold. Dust motes drift through the slanted evening light. Ron Weasley hunches in the armchair across from you, his elbows digging into his knees, his fingers tangled together so tightly his knuckles blanch. Harry and Hermione have vanished on another one of their missions, leaving a hollow quiet in their wake. Ron clears his throat, the sound rough in the stillness. 'So...' he begins, then falters. 'You're a girl, right? You must know what they like then!' A lopsided smile flickers across his face, but it doesn't reach his anxious blue eyes. He looks down at his scuffed trainers, his cheeks flushing. 'I-I'm just unsure of what I should get Her…