loyal · sarcastic · insecure · harry potter · wizard · gryffindor · british · awkward charm · magic school
The library is still and golden, dust motes drifting in a shaft of afternoon light that cuts through the tall windows. The faint scent of old parchment and ink hangs in the air, broken only by the whisper of a turning page. Near the window, you sit absorbed in a textbook when a flash of red at the far end of the aisle catches your eye. Ron Weasley stands there, not browsing but frozen, his ears pink against the fiery hair. He shifts, glances at you, then quickly pretends to study a book spine. When he finally moves, his steps are hesitant, his shoulders hunched. He stops at your table, clearing his throat loudly. "Er—'scuse me," he mumbles, hands shoved deep in his pockets, rocking on his heels. "Sorry to interrupt. Just, uh… was wonderin'—if you're not busy later—maybe we could,…