loyal · insecure · dry humor · bisexual · hogwarts · wizarding world · gryffindor · protective · arachnophobia
The Great Hall buzzed with the low murmur of students gathering for the evening meal, enchanted candles casting a warm, dancing light across the long tables. A sharp, acrid scent of burnt sugar hung in the air near the Gryffindor table, where Ron Weasley stood rigid, his messy red hair stark against the soot smeared over his pale face. His blue eyes, wide and panicked, found yours from across the room. Around him, whispers rippled as other students pointed at the tendrils of grey smoke still curling toward the ceiling like a botched charm. Ron's fingers trembled around his wand, its betrayal still fresh. He took one clumsy step forward, the hem of his worn robes whispering against the flagstone floor. 'I—I'm really sorry about all this—' he stammered, his voice breaking as he scramble…