ron weasley. fourty-four years old, order of the phoenix (leader), gryffindor alumnus, auror, cis-man & he/him. when the night has come and the land is dark, and the moon is the only light we'll see. no, i won't be afraid. no, i won't be afraid. just as long as you stand, stand by me. so, darling, stand by me. oh, stand by me. if the sky that we look upon should tumble and fall, or the mountains should crumble to the sea, i won't cry. i won't cry, no, i won't shed a tear. just as long as you stand, stand by me.
MAILAN PHAM: How far would you go for your family?
“There is nothing, absolutely nothing, that I wouldn’t do from my family. From my daughter to my grandniece to my brother-in… Well, to my sisters-in-law, I’d do anything for any of them. Of course, I’ll always prioritize my wife and kids, but that doesn’t mean that the rest of my family is any less important to me. It’s something I’ve learned to appreciate with time; how important family is. I mean, I’ve always known, but they were kind of a given for me in the past. I didn’t realize you had to work to keep your family, and that you had to put an effort into a relationship with your siblings, niblings, parents, etc. But, yeah. I’d do anything for any of them. Anything.”
LILY POTTER: Which of the main four elements do you think represents you best, and why?
“Would it be cheating to say fire because of my hair? Though, to be fair, it’s a lot paler than it used to be. It was so vibrant, once… That’s not the question, though, is it? Thing is… I’m not sure. I’ve always felt like, kind of connected to the air, you know? Because I love flying so much and what not, but… I’m not the most talented on a broom, am I? So I don’t know… You know what? I think I’m going to go with fire. I just stole one of Hermione’s many books, and looked for the word fire thanks to this handy spell, and the word irresistible wasn’t too far away from it. And you know what? I am quite irresistible.”
VERONIKA ‘VERA’ WOOD-KRUM: What are you most skilled at, in your opinion?
“A couple of years ago - well, decades ago - I’d have told you ‘nothing’ and that’s kind of depressing, isn’t it? Thankfully enough, I’ve grown up, and have learned to acknowledge my qualities, just as much as my flaws. I can’t say I love airing them out for everyone to know about, but… I am a good strategist. I’ve always been good at chess, and that’s something I’ve always been proud of. My dad taught me when I was little, and even when I was younger, I could beat Bill, Charlie and Percy. Maybe not when I was, like, eight, but you know… It made me feel like I had something that was just my own, and maybe that’s why I tried to develop it so much. I don’t know. I’m not good at much, but I think I am good at that.”
where: granger-weasley residence
when: march 1, 2024
who: @bloodstraitcr
Birthdays were strange things. Luna barely celebrated their own, not able to relate to a tradition that accepted the construct as time as something solid and constant. Time was relative, bendable, changing, always — it wasn’t as linear as calendars would have you believe; some years taking days or weeks longer than the ones before them. The passing of time made no sense, and so it made no sense to celebrate something yearly.
Another reason why Luna was no fan of celebrating their own birthday was because it hurt. ( That was the main reason, of course, though they wouldn’t admit that — they’d rather go into a rant on the strangeness of time and how it’s all a social construct than talk about that age old hurt. ) It had started when they turned ten, and their mother hadn’t been there to bake a plum pie with them, or sing them a song, or hug them goodnight — her absence so much more startling on that particular day. Their twelfth birthday – their first one at Hogwarts – had not been celebrated at all, besides a gift from their dad, because Luna didn’t have anyone to celebrate it with ( and even then, they didn’t want to, as it would only remind them of the gap their mother had left ). The habit had stuck. Sometimes they were unable to get out of celebrating their birthday, due to a handful of very persistent friends, but still — Luna thought birthdays were strange.
And then Harry had died. And Luna had turned forty three and they had longed for Harry, giving her a casual gift and a lopsided grin, but he hadn’t come. Somehow, on that day, they had missed him more, when that had seemed so impossible before. Their grief had been unforgiving, snapping at her like a restless wave, pulling and crashing endlessly.
It was Ron’s birthday, now, and Luna had packed a gift for him, not sure if he even wanted it. They assumed that he’d want some company, though, at the very least — grief seemed to be most manageable when shared, Luna had learned. And so they stepped into the fireplace, a bush of freshly-picked flowers ( and some Dirigible plums, to help Ron open his mind ) in one hand, present in the other, and flooed to his home.
Once there, covered in soot, Luna moved into the living room, eyes searching for Ron ( or really, any sign of life ) before calling, “Ron? It’s Luna — your one-person surprise party. I hope it’s no issue I came.”
Ron’s first birthday without Harry had not been so bad so far. Though he wished his children had been there to celebrate with him, instead of at Hogwarts where he couldn’t even be sure they were safe, he hadn’t had that bad of a day so far. Surely, this had to do with the fact that he had so far tried to avoid thinking about those who couldn’t celebrate with him, and rather focused on those he could celebrate with.
Still, he didn’t want to make a big fuss of it all. He had invited his parents over for dinner later on that day, but apart from that, he didn’t really have anything planned. Which was quite far from his usually birthdays, actually. Ron had always been the kind of person who lived for his own brithdays, but yet, this year, he felt like aging in peace and quiet. It wasn’t fair that he was getting older whilst Harry never would get that chance, and so it wouldn’t be okay for him to truly celebrate. Not without his best friend.
However, that hadn’t stopped him from taking the day off of work. He’d never liked working on his birthday, and that was one of the few things that had remained this year. He had spent the morning with Hermione, before she had had to leave for work, and since then, he’d been reading a book about chess that he had gotten through owl mail. He assumed it was a birthday gift, due to the family inside joke that had been included in the card that came with it, but the person had forgotten to sign it, and so he wasn’t sure who it came from.
Sighing, Ron put down the book and headed to the kitchen. Just as he was about to start making tea, he heard noise coming from the living room, followed by Luna’s voice. Smiling, he walked back over to the room the former Ravenclaw had arrived in.
“Luna,” he exclaimed with a grin as he walked towards her. The blond always managed to cheer him up, even when they didn’t do it on purpose. Truly, it was no wonder why he had once had a crush on them.
“No problem at all,” he replied as he looked at the soot covered Luna standing in front of him. “Is that a gift for me, or are you just dropping it off in advance for someone else’s birthday?”
“I… I guess? I mean, I’m not not proud, so I guess that means I am? It’s just… It’s hard to be proud of yourself when everything you’ve done has been accomplished by someone else before you, you know? Like, when I was younger, it felt like whatever I did wasn’t worth feeling proud of, because my brothers had already done the same. Not to say that my parents never showed pride in me; I mean, when mum was proud, she was proud. But like, it never felt like I had really accomplished something, you know? Luckily enough, though, I’ve kind of grown out of that mindset. I’m not defined by my family, am I? Sure, I love them, but I’m not ‘just another Weasley’. None of us are. And I guess that I am proud of the fact that I’ve realized that, at the very least. I’m proud because I make other people proud, mostly. I’m proud because, even though I love embarrassing my children, I feel like, at the end of the day, they can be proud to call me their dad. Not that I’m assuming; I’m merely wishing. It’s just… I think that the people that count, that counted, had and have reasons to be proud to know me, and that makes me proud of myself.”
Hermione could remember a time when she had been eager to get up in the morning. When she couldn’t wait to start work, when the prospect of her office in the MoM brought such pleasure and pride. When she didn’t have this awful, hollow weight pressing her down at all times. All that had changed so rapidly in October. But habits were hard to break, and she still found herself up at an early hour most mornings, going through a routine that had been in place for years now. Sometimes she arrived at her office without a clear idea how she got there, or a recollection of the things she and Ron talked about. Because - surely they talked, in those mornings? She knew they talked other times, but often she couldn’t recall those conversations either.
Today however, she intended for everything to be different. Because it was Ron’s birthday, and his first birthday without Harry. He deserved an attentive wife today - and every day, she knew that. Ron was truly the best part of her life, in a way that even their children didn’t quite match, and she hadn’t been nearly the wife he deserved over the last few months. However, she’d pulled herself out of her fog enough to find a birthday present for him - a lovely new wizards chess set, carved from a beautiful wood that she knew had some special property but she could not remember for the life of her; and a gorgeous copy of The Art of War, the sort of edition that she wanted to keep for herself, but she knew her strategically-minded husband would appreciate it. Well, she hoped he would appreciate it, at least. It was a book, after all.
She knew that he was awake, of course, as she went through her routine of getting ready, but it was still something of a shock to step into the kitchen and see him there. Perhaps she should have said something but instead she sat quietly, watching him move - listening to him hum. It was such a Ron thing, and a relief to see that despite everything, there were still flickers of normalcy. “Good morning,” she said, her smile turning a little shy. It had been that way in the beginning as well, when they were learning how to live together and she had been afraid of scaring off one of her best friends. “Shouldn’t I be the one making coffee for you? Seeing as it is your birthday.”
"Well, you just said it. It’s my birthday, and I felt like making coffee for us. Kind of my own gift to myself,” he said with a chuckle, walking forward to wrap his arms around Hermione’s waist. They had become so domestic, he knew his younger self would cringe if he were to see them. Luckily enough, time travel didn’t exactly work that way, so even if his younger self were to see them right now, he wouldn’t be able to show himself, and therefore Ron wouldn’t have to deal with the embarrassment of just how embarrassing he used to be when he was younger.
It hurt every day. To act as though everything was okay, because they needed to do so. The world kept on turning, and they still had kids to take care of. Still had themselves to take care of, and a world to keep safe. Still, it didn’t feel right without him, and he was sure Hermione felt the same way. The three of them had been inseparable in school, and even after that, when Ron and Hermione started dating, it didn’t feel like Harry plus Ron and Hermione. It felt like Harry and Hermione and Ron, just like it always had. Of course, more had been added to their little circle, but at the end of the day, Ron still shared a bond with Harry and Hermione that he had never shared with anyone else. And for part of that bond to now be gone, well... It was far from easy to keep on going without it.
Softly pressing his lips against Hermione’s, Ron closed his eyes and then sighed in relief as he moved his lips away from his wife’s and let his forehead rest against hers. “Please don’t tell me you’re leaving early today.”
It was a joke. Kind of. He did say it with another chuckle, after all. He understood why Hermione threw herself into her work, but... He still meant what he said. Ron was well aware that Hermione couldn’t spend the entire day with him. They were adults now, and they had responsibilities they couldn’t simply avoid. Not that knowing that made it any easier to deal with, though.
“that’s me.” she confirms, and holds out her hand across the table. “artemis astor. nice to officially meet you.” she can tell that the man is torn between a desire to grieve, and a desire to be happy. so artemis offers an almost sad smile, one of understanding, of a shared sense of loss. she can’t imagine at all what ron is going through - what he has gone through, all that he’s endured. how he now holds so much more weight on his shoulders. but she does know what it is to lose. not to death, but to the hatred of the world. how it feels like cutting off your own right arm.
“i’m sure the owners of this place would’ve put them up in your honor, if you’d asked.“ she replies, shrugging a little. “you know… i don’t want to overstep my place, or speak about something i don’t know. but i think… you’re allowed to be sad, you know. but more than anything, the people we lose… they’d want us to be happy. and they’d be prouder of us than we even dare to think. it feels wrong, and unfair, and like you’re ignoring what happened. but… no one is asking you to ignore what you’re feeling, and if you try to act like you’re not feeling, it’s just going to get worse. you can be both. you can grieve, and you can celebrate. no one will hold it against you.”
Shaking Artemis’ hand, Ron smiled back at her. He could see some sort of understanding in her smile, but the redhead decided to try and ignore that. Ron was a leader of the Order, he couldn’t be seen as weak or even someone to be pitied. Really, he didn’t have it all that bad. Especially not compared to other members of his family. They had all lost Harry, and of course it hurt them all, but he couldn’t afford to wallow in self-pity when people he loved had lost just as much as he had and even more. Thankfully, Ron had become somewhat of a good liar through the years. That was what happened when you had to pretend to be okay when you knew Death Eaters were back. When you knew injustices would keep on being committed left and right. Snorting, Ron slightly shook his head.
“I’m sure they would have, knowing them,” he stated with a half-smile before sighing deeply at the other’s next words. “I don’t want you to waste your time thinking or worrying about me, Artemis. Your time can be spent in much better ways,” he chuckled, looking down at his drink as he let her words sink in. “It’s... It’s complicated. This isn’t easy for anyone, I’m well aware of that. But we can’t afford to let ourselves grieve for too long, can we? Not that it doesn’t feel wrong to be happy. It’s... It’s more complex than anything I’ve ever been through. Bloody hell, I never thought I’d have to get through something like this. Still, that’s not my role here. I’m not supposed to be sad; you’re right, it’s not what he would have wanted. And I really shouldn’t be letting my feelings pour out in front of you. You deserve better than an old man ranting to you on this fine day,” he finished his monologue with another chuckle before he took another swig of his drink.
WHERE: The Granger-Weasley Residence.
WHEN: A random day in August 2023 @ 09:34.
WHO: Rose Granger-Weasley. ( @bewareofthorns )
Ron had not been woken up by a commotion in the kitchen that morning, which was something he thoroughly appreciated. From time to time, some of his nephews, nieces and niblings dropped by, and Ron had learned to accept the fact that they were rarely quiet about it. It was nice to be able to wake up later, though, and so he turned to his side, hoping to see Hermione lying in bed beside him. When he noticed she wasn’t there, he wasn’t too surprised, but he hoped he’d get to see her soon. He had gotten an idea for the Order right before he fell asleep, and felt the need to discuss it with her before he brought it up in front of the others.
Sighing, he rolled out of bed and put on a pair of muggle sweatpants and a white t-shirt before making his way downstairs. There, he saw that there was still coffee left in the pot, and he felt quite relieved as he poured himself a cup and realized that Hermione had most likely been the one to make it. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the way his kids made coffee; it was just that Hermione made it the exact same way as he did, and he believed that was the perfect method.
Walking into the living room, he saw Rose sitting on the couch, and raised an eyebrow as he quietly entered the room and waited until she noticed him. Plopping himself down on the opposite end of the couch, he wrapped his hands around his mug. It was a warm summer day, but Ron’s hands were often cold in the morning, and he loved the heat of the coffee mug against them.
“Got your letter yet?” he asked with a smile, before frowning as he slightly wiggled, trying to find a more comfortable way to sit. “What am I sitting on?”
He got up, and looked at the couch. Nothing. He frowned even more, before thinking to look below the couch cushions, and he sighed as he found a piece of his oldest wizard's chess set that raised its tiny fists at him. “I don’t know why the cat keeps on hiding the pieces everywhere, but I need to figure it out soon. I found one in the bath the other day. And I was already in the bath when I found it.”
WHERE: The Granger-Weasley Residence.
WHEN: A family summer party thing in summer 2023.
WHO: Lucy Weasley. ( @lucywsly )
“Did you know,” Ron started, looking so serious there was actually a small frown gracing his features as he looked at Lucy. “That French fries weren’t originally cooked in France? I learned that the other day, and I haven’t been the same man ever since. Guess where they were originally cooked.”
artemis sort of wishes she knew how not to be so… angsty. so emotional. wishes she had some sort of outlet other than bashing around bludgers and fostering a borderline unhealthy sense of competition and inferiority towards her teammates, then heading to the pub and drowning her loneliness in liquor at the end of a hard week.
the thing is, she doesn’t.
she had thought joining the order might solve that problem for her: it would give her a network, structure, goals other than making the harpies first team. some meaning to life other than fighting without a plan, without a purpose. it didn’t, not really: it’s disjointed, and she can’t help herself but spot the cracks. focus on their losses, and the fact that it feels like they’re not doing anything, not moving. their members are dying all around them, and there’s nothing artemis can do. so she drinks.
she’s only had one by the time she spots him - the man she knows but probably doesn’t know her, who looks like he wants nothing less than to be bothered and nothing more than someone to spill his guts to. so she heads over, drink in hand, and falls far too confidently into the seat opposite him.
“sorry, i have an unfortunate ability to do that.” she replies, then raises her glass to him. “happy birthday.” she figures it’s not actually an occasion for joy. people happy to be aging don’t tend to drink alone on their birthday. “forgive me, for not knowing. or baking you a cake - oh, you definitely wouldn’t have wanted that.”
Ron made it a priority to at least be able to recognize most of the faces of the Order’s members. As a leader of said Order, he thought it was crucial for him not to seem too removed from everyone else, and so, when he looked at the woman sitting in front of him, he immediately felt reassured. A Death Eater hadn’t come to kill him in the middle of the Leaky Cauldron on his birthday, and really, it was the little things like that that mattered most in life.
“Artemis, yeah?” he asked, though he was pretty sure he had gotten the name right. He vaguely remembered someone once telling him about the greek goddess who shared the woman’s name, and because of that, the other’s name had stuck with him.
“Ah, don’t worry about it. I did think about hanging up posters and balloons around to advertise my birthday, but I ended up thinking against it, so really, not your fault,” he smiled and took a sip of his drink before putting it back down on the table.
It was tough to spend his birthday without Harry, but just like always, he was able to push his pain to the side for others. And though he didn’t know Artemis, he knew she deserved better than to see him wallow in self-pity.
WHERE: The Granger-Weasley Residence.
WHEN: March 1st, 2024 @ 05:31.
WHO: Hermione Granger. ( @brightestwitchxhermione )
The smell of coffee grounds had always been one Ron enjoyed, even when he used to still grimace at the taste of said grounds made into a beverage. It was Hermione who had gotten him to start loving the taste of it, too, when they first moved in together. They were still young back then. Still somewhat clueless as to how terrible the world could get, even though they had seen their share of horrible things, and Ron couldn’t help but feel nostalgic when he recalled the housewarming party they had hosted in their little flat. Red wine and beer had been flowing, as their first flat hadn’t been too far from a small muggle liquor store — where Ron eventually became friend with one of the managers — and he remembered the way all of their laughter mingled together. And at the forefront of it, Harry’s laughter. It was weird. Had you asked Ron last year to tell him what Harry’s laugh sounded like, he wouldn’t have been able to recall it. However, ever since his best friend’s death, it was always at the forefront of his mind, constantly reminding him of what they had all lost.
He wasn’t the only one suffering, though, and it wouldn’t be fair for him to close in on himself and wallow in self-pity. Not when Harry’s kids had just lost their dad, his sister had lost her husband, his wife had lost a best friend, and the world had lost a hero. Because that was what Harry was. Ron didn’t care about Harry’s accomplishments; he cared about the way he acted, and to him, Harry’s actions had always seemed heroic. Still, he had to be there for everyone else. Not that his friends and family weren’t strong, but they were human, and they needed him. He couldn’t very well afford to give his everything to himself when others were suffering, could he?
As he made coffee — enough for both he and Hermione — he hummed quietly to a song he had heard in an ad. He had visited a muggle pub recently, and its walls were littered with TVs, which had unfortunately led to Ron knowing one too many jingles. He didn’t even notice Hermione enter the kitchen until she had sat down at the table. Turning around, he smiled warmly. He had made sure to wake before Hermione that morning, as to make sure to see her before she left for work; a little birthday gift to himself.
WHERE: The Leaky Cauldron, London.
WHEN: March 1st, 2024 @ 15:58.
WHO: Open to all adults.
He wasn’t going to cry.
He couldn’t cry.
Ron had to admit it; it was a bit early to get drunk. Or well, to drink. At his age, he couldn’t very well excuse drinking just for the sake of getting drunk, could he? Not even when all he wanted to do was either lie down on the floor and never get up again OR throw glasses at the wall until he bled from the shards that rebounded back to him.
Fuck. He hated everything so much at that moment. From the rickety table he was sitting at, to the chair he was sitting on, to the looks of pity the bartender kept on sending his way. And she wasn’t the only one. Even McLaggen’s kid, bloody McLaggen’s kid, had sent a drink his way. Not that he hadn’t done the same to her a few nights ago, after he’d heard whispers of her sister’s death. Still, it stung. Ron Weasley used to be easy to pity. He used to find himself pitiful, even, but that had changed. Ron had changed. He was a grown man now, and he didn’t need to be pitied. Fuck. What he needed was his best friend back.
He had spent the first eleven years of his life without Harry. That was a big chunk of time, and yet, he felt like the hole inside of him would have been just have big if they had known each other from birth. He loved Harry. He hadn’t said it enough. It wasn’t the “manly” thing to do, and Ron had always tried to prove himself. As the youngest of six boys, he had wanted to show he was strong. And telling your best friend you loved him had, apparently, never been a great show of strength, and how fucking much Ron regretted it was unbelievable. He had said it from time to time, but was it enough? Did Harry ever know that Ron saw him as a brother? As even more than that? Ron loved his brothers, sure, but Harry held a special place in his heart. A place that had been turned into a hole that would never be filled again.
It was his first birthday without Harry. Well, except for his first eleven ones, but Ron didn’t count those. Hell, he could barely remember them. His sixteenth birthday had been especially interesting, and Ron couldn’t help but quietly chuckle as he remembered it whilst staring into his glass of whiskey.
Harry was gone. Harry would never get to turn forty-four. Harry Potter was dead.
So absorbed into his thoughts and his whiskey, Ron didn’t even notice anyone approaching him until he finally looked up and saw that someone was sitting right in front of him.
“Oh, bloody hell,” he jumped in surprised, putting his hand against his heart for a second before raising an eyebrow. “Kind of rude to try to give a guy a heart attack on his birthday, you know?”
ron seemed to come to himself slightly as they walked back across the great hall. he touched the spot on his face where hermione had kissed him, looking puzzled, as though he was not quite sure what had just happened. he seemed too distracted to notice much around him.
❝ I’m just going to make sure I get his mates before he gets mine. ❞ SIMON BAKER? No, that’s actually RON WEASLEY. Only FORTY-FOUR years old, this GRYFFINDOR alumni works as an AUROR and is sided with THE ORDER OF THE PHOENIX. HE identifies as a CIS-MAN and is a PUREBLOOD who is known to be INSECURE, SHY, and STUBBORN but also PASSIONATE, BRAVE, and DEVOTED. { SAM, 24, EST, THEY/THEM }
TWs: Death & food.
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Oh boy.
Should we start with childhood? Or should I skip that part altogether? I think there are many ways in which to interpret Ron’s childhood, but deep down, to me, it all comes down to him feeling like an afterthought most of the time. His parents had so many boys (or other genders, I won’t presume), then a girl, then they stopped? That kind of stung when Ron was younger. Like he was just a try that didn’t work out until they got Ginny.
He never felt like anything special. Not until he met Harry, at least. Which is funny because, like... Around Harry he was Harry’s best friend. The sidekick. An afterthought for most people, as well. However, Harry didn’t treat him like an afterthought - not that other people necessarily did, but Ron is quite dramatic. Harry meant so fucking much to Ron, like wow.
So like, with Harry being dead? Ron’s heart is broken. He didn’t love Harry the same way he loved his family or Hermione, but his heart broke just as hard as it would have broken if he had lost Hermione.
Still, he’s been hiding how fucking broken he feels, because he feels like he has to be there for everyone else the way Harry can’t be anymore. And gosh, it’s so fucking sad. I’m sorry about the swearing, but it’s legitimately tragic. Harry proved to Ron that he was his own person, not just someone’s son or brother, and he just... He lost his best friend, and it hurts so damn much.
Is trying to hold it together, but slowly cracks are starting to appear in his armour. I could see him starting to get restless, or even reckless. He wants to make sure no one else he loves is lost the way Harry was lost, and he’ll willingly sacrifice himself if he has to.
On a lighter note; he is ridiculously good at chess. He’s a good strategist, which is often overshadowed by Harry’s bravery (or at least, it was) or by Hermione’s intellect. Ron has learned not to mind it, though. He used to like being the centre of attention, as it made him feel like he actually mattered, but now that he has his own family, he’s seriously calmed down on that aspect.
Ron is... Ron. He’s such an established character that it’s hard to describe him, but I feel like, alongside growing up, he’s changed quite a bit. He’s learned to be a lot more thoughtful of other’s feelings, thanks to people calling him out on it, and has gotten rid of most of his jealousy. Which, like... He still gets jealous from time to time - he’s human, after all - but it’s not something that defines him anymore.
Also, now that he has money, he’s been trying to give back to his parents. He used to lowkey resent the fact that they had very little money whilst he was growing up, but as an adult, and a father himself, he now realizes just how much his parents did for him. Listen... I’m highkey emotional about how much Ron has grown when it comes to his family. He used to feel quite meh about the fact that he was one of many, but now he’s so fucking glad he has all his family members around.
To him, becoming an auror was a no-brainer. He’d been dreaming of it since fourth year, and he worked so damn hard to get where he is now. With what’s going on, I’m not sure exactly how it all affects his work, but we can work that out if I’m accepted?
Wants revenge for Harry so fucking bad. Not only did they kill his best friend, but they left his sister a widow, his niece and nephews without their father, and his own wife so upset he’s not sure what to do anymore. (The wife part can be changed depending on who plays Hermione and how they play her.) Of course, he’s hurt too, so damn much, but he’s trying oh so hard not to focus on himself right now, and he’s succeeding.
Loves all his niblings, but probably knows Lily, Albus & James the best since I’m betting that, like, Ron, Hermione & Harry were still very close.
Loves his kids so damn much. He’s a bit worried about Rose, because he thinks she’s too smart for her own good, but also a bit... Unaware of things, and that worries the fuck out of him. Hugo, that’s to be determined depending on how they end up being played!
Loves wearing bright and colourful shirts that clash awfully with his hair, which he wears in a man bun a lot. It embarrasses his kids, so he’s happy.
Dad jokes central! “I’m hungry,” says Rose. “Hi hungry, I’m dad,” replies Ron. Hermione, in the background, rolling her eyes, probably with a fond smile unless it’s his fifth time doing that joke that day.
Did I mention how much he loves Hermione and his kids? Like, I mentioned how important his whole family is to him, but... Hermione, Rose and Hugo? His life, his heart, his everything. Would kill a man (or even twelve) for them, and would sacrifice himself in a heartbeat if they needed him to.
Honestly, I really hope I’m accepted because I feel like he’ll have very different relationships which each and every of the Wotter kids, and I’m SO curious to see what that’s gonna be like for the Wotters in play right now!
He’s heartbroken, which I already mentioned earlier, but I feel the need to say it again. His heart? In a million pieces that he’s trying to put back together with spellotape because he wants to be strong for the ones he loves.
Had a lil crush on Luna in school, and now they’re basically the person he admires most outside of his family.
Despises asparagus. (I know that that’s not the best way to end an app, but! I am who I am for a reason.)
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