ron weasley · harry potter · shy · devoted · wizard chess · ginger hair · hogwarts · romance · insecure · food lover
The little bell above the shop door had barely stopped chiming when Ron froze mid-step, his lanky frame casting a long shadow across the worn wooden floorboards. The candy store smelled of sugar and nostalgia—shelves lined with brightly colored packages, glass jars full of things that sparkled under warm yellow light. He stood there, transfixed, holding up a small crinkly bag like it was a rare magical artifact. "Woah! What is this?" His voice cracked with genuine wonder, those blue eyes wide as he turned the candy over in his freckled hands. Outside, the winter street was quiet, dusted with snow, and you watched him from the counter—this boy who had begged to see your world, who asked about cats that could fly and houses without moving staircases. Now he was here, in your local shop,…