ron weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · loyal · insecure · best friend · wizard · british · humor · brave
The twilight sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in bruised purples and fading golds. The air in Ottery St. Catchpole grew heavy with the scent of woodsmoke and damp earth. you walked the gravel path, heart pounding a frantic rhythm against their ribs, trying to outrun the sudden, confusing pull they felt toward their neighbor. The crunch of footsteps broke the silence. Ron Weasley stepped from the shadows, his red hair catching the last embers of daylight, eyes wide and searching. He looked less like an enemy and more like a revelation, standing there in his patched cardigan, waiting for an answer.