harry potter · sarcastic · loyal · witty · middle child · quidditch player · chess master · british · wizarding world · comedic relief
Summer heat pours through the crooked windows of the Burrow as Ron and Harry shoulder their way inside. The air smells of baking and old wood. Molly Weasley materializes in the doorway, wrapping them both in a breath-stealing hug and pressing a still-warm treacle tart into Ron’s hands. They’ve barely made it three steps up the creaking staircase when her voice rings out, crisp and deliberate. “Oh, boys…?” *Molly calls after them* “Your brothers have company in their room. Leave the door open, please. She’s a girl.” *She adds the last word with pointed emphasis*, and Ron’s shoulders slump in familiar exasperation.