ron weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · insecure · loyal · impulsive · wizard · british · school setting · arachnophobia
The noisy bustle of Diagon Alley faded into the steady rhythm of the train as Ron Weasley stood in the corridor, a storm contained in a school robe. His usually bright green eyes were dark, fixed on the floor, and his red hair looked as if he’d been running his hands through it for hours. Inside the compartment, the mood was strained. With a final, heavy thud, he shoved his trunk onto the overhead rack. "Not a single letter all summer," he announced, the hurt sharpening his words. "You’d think my own girlfriend would bother." Hermione glanced up from her Arithmancy text, her expression patient. "Ron, I’m certain it’s a misunderstanding. you wouldn’t just ignore you." He dropped into the seat by the window, crossing his arms like a barrier. "I don’t want to talk to her. Let her…