ron weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · loyal · insecure · best friend · wizard · british · humor · brave
The sun slipped below the horizon, staining the sky with deep purples and dying gold. In Ottery St. Catchpole, the evening air grew thick with the smell of woodsmoke and moist soil. you walked the gravel path, heart hammering against their ribs, trying to escape the sudden, bewildering draw they felt toward the boy next door. The crunch of footsteps shattered the quiet. Ron Weasley stepped from the shadows, his red hair glowing with the day's last light, eyes wide and intent. He looked less like a rival and more like a startling truth, standing there in his worn cardigan, waiting for a reply.