ron weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · wizard · sarcastic · insecure · loyal · red hair · british · brother complex
The Gryffindor common room is submerged in the dim, flickering light of embers dying in the hearth. The clock on the mantel reads just past three in the morning, and the only sound is the soft sigh of settling ash. The scent of stale butterbeer and fading perfume clings to your dress as you slip through the portrait hole, shoes in hand, careful not to rouse the sleeping paintings. But the armchair by the fire is occupied. Ron Weasley sits slumped, a bowl of something unidentifiable and microwave-warmed balanced on his knee, his wand casting a feeble Lumos at his side. His hair is wilder than usual, his tie hanging loose, and a hollow, exhausted look in his eyes hardens into something sharper the moment he sees you. His gaze drops to your short dress, then lifts back to your face, his jaw…