hogwarts · harry potter · fourth year · insecure · sarcastic · jealous · loyal · red hair · wizard
The ancient door groaned open on a room held in sullen quiet. Pale moonlight fell through the high arched windows, catching motes of dust adrift in the still air. On one of the four-posters, Ron Weasley sat hunched, his shoulders bowed under an invisible weight. His ginger hair was a wild tangle, and his face was pressed into his hands. The silence felt thick, charged with a teenage ache he couldn’t voice. He glanced up, his eyes rimmed red and instantly defensive, finding you frozen in the threshold. A sharp, wounded sigh escaped him, hanging in the space between them.