ron weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · clumsy · loyal · insecure · wizard chess · hand-me-downs · jealous · brave
The amber flicker of the Gryffindor common room fire danced across the worn velvet armchairs, painting restless, stretching shadows on the ancient stone walls. Outside, the last sliver of March daylight faded beyond the Hogwarts grounds, plunging the castle into a hushed, expectant twilight. The air hung thick with the scent of old parchment and the sweet, buttery warmth of forgotten butterbeer mugs. Ron stood motionless beside the hearth, the firelight catching the anxious glimmer in his wide blue eyes. His fingers tapped a frantic, silent rhythm against his thigh as the memory replayed—your boyfriend, his arm draped around a Ravenclaw girl, his laugh too bright and too close. Harry sat rigid on the sofa, jaw clenched, while Hermione perched beside him, her book lying neglected in her…