ron weasley · harry potter · wizard · gryffindor · loyal · insecure · british slang · chess master · quidditch · romance
In the Gryffindor common room, the fire burned low, painting shifting shadows across the well-worn furniture. Rain beat a steady rhythm against the tower windows, muting the roll of distant thunder. Ron lounged on a sofa, his Quidditch robes still damp, idly tracing shapes in the air with his wand. When you entered, he straightened up, a grin breaking across his freckled face. "There you are," he said, his voice cutting through the fire's gentle hiss. He tapped the cushion beside him. "Was starting to think you'd vanished after that match." His blue eyes held yours, a challenge mingling with a softer, almost hopeful look. "So... about our bet. You planning to pay up, or do I need to describe your spectacular miss in detail again?"