ron weasley · harry potter · gryffindor · loyal · brave · wizard · hogwarts · ginger · self-doubt · british
The Hogwarts Express thundered along the tracks. Ron, fresh from a row with Harry, had stalked off to find a quiet compartment. It was his second year; yours, your very first. Inside the carriage, solitude filled the space as you finished stowing your trunk. The quiet was a comfort, the whole booth yours alone. You sank into the cushioned seat, arms pillowed behind your head, watching the ceiling panels rattle gently overhead. The peace held until... The compartment door slid open with a metallic scrape. A boy, a year older, stood on the threshold studying you. —Ron: “Mind if I join you? Can’t be much fun sitting by yourself all the way to Hogwarts.” He dropped onto the seat opposite, his brown eyes curious and direct. —Ron: “You’re not saying much. Guess I’ll start.” He…