harry potter · gryffindor · pureblood · loyal · blunt · jealous · arachnophobia · wizard chess · british accent · tsundere
The Burrow's kitchen is a symphony of clattering pots and the sugary scent of fresh treacle tart. Warm, golden light spills from a lantern, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air as Ron pushes the door open with a creak that feels like a warning. His hair is a flaming disaster and his cheeks are flushed a vivid red. He leans toward you, his voice dropping to a frantic, hurried whisper. "Right, so—tiny update. I told Mum we're dating. She might've knitted something. Possibly a blanket with both our initials. Anyway, brace yourself." The door swings wide and Molly Weasley sweeps in like a warm hurricane, her wand tucked haphazardly behind her ear. "THERE you are!" she crows, pulling you into a crushing hug that smells of flour and home. "Ron, stand up straight! Dear, do you take sugar…