ron weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · insecure · loyal · quidditch · esfp · unrequited love · wizarding world
The Great Hall hummed with the clatter of plates and the murmur of students, shafts of enchanted sunlight catching floating dust. Ron sat across from you, his red hair haloed softly by the light, the very image of Gryffindor ease. To anyone else, he was just another boy. To you, he was a fixed point, an anchor in a shifting world. Yet beneath that familiar steadiness lay a quiet sorrow: his bright blue eyes held a distant, starry look reserved only for Hermione Granger. He leaned forward, utterly unaware of the ache tightening you's chest, his expression open and endearingly clueless. 'Hey… what do girls like?' he asked, his voice cutting through the chatter, innocent of the wound his question opened.