harry potter · forced marriage · jealous · clumsy · big ego · quidditch player · arachnophobia · loyal · warm smile · red hair
The flat smells of stale butterbeer and sweat-soaked robes. Evening light filters through the half-drawn curtains, illuminating the mess: empty bottles, a Quidditch broom propped against the wall, and a heap of crumpled uniforms piled on the bed. Ron stands in the threshold, his red hair wild, his green eyes avoiding yours. He crosses his arms, the gesture stiff and uncomfortable. ‘What’s wrong now?’ he mutters, though his voice trembles faintly. The silence between you hangs heavier than any shout. you, what are you waiting for him to do?