Weasley King

Inde. Sel. Priv. 

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          adapting to h u m a n                    UNPREDICTABILITY                              is one of my f e a t u r e s 

inde. sel. priv. Connor from Detroit Become Human  please read RULES and ABOUT before interacting! 

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ron as an avenger  his name?  gingersnap

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teeth-and-ambitions:

Fixing old mistakes (closed rp with @destroyedlocket )

Draco Malfoy, when he learned that Ron Weasley had begun giving flying lessons and coaching quidditch, had made a promise to the other, wanting to fix his old mistakes. He promised Ron, within reason, that if Ron needed something, Draco would provide.

Draco sighed softly as he graded essays. He had given an essay to all of the students since the smell of potions often gave him a headache on a full moon… fuck heightened senses, honestly. Draco sighed softly, grumbling to himself in French as he took marks off a student’s essay for being half the length that was assigned. Was it really that hard to write a foot long essay?

He breathed in, the scent of broom polish and grass hitting him before the knock on the door did. It was Weasley, he didn’t even need to check. “Come in,” Draco said, not looking up from his essay. Hopefully he could make this quick, he transformed in an hour.

     it had been a long day of dealing with first years and all ron wanted to do at the end of it was to soak his aching knees in a bathtub of the hottest water he could find. but before that he had to take a trip to the potion teachers quarters, draco malfoy. 

     for someone who in their teen years had been nothing but trouble for him and his friends, it seemed as though after the war he had proven himself a good man and actually done well to apologize, that was something he didn’t see coming, but was pleasantly pleased because of it. 

     before he could even knock on the door he heard the man on the other side usher him in, not wanting to leave draco waiting very long, ron walked in and glanced around. 

          “sorry, didn’t want to intrude seeing how late it is--i just need something to help my knees--” he said bending and straightening the joints. “they’re nothing but a pain today.”

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@gnostis save this boi, hermione

    he was walking, pacing really, in the living room at the burrows. it was christmas holiday and they had just left hogwarts and here the young man was panicking after what had happened between harry and himself. his heart was all a flutter and his cheeks were red as hell but here he was overthinking once more. that was until hermione came into the room and there was someone who he could talk to to get his mind off this situation.

         “hermione! what–” he cleared his throat as to not sound too eager. “what are you up to?”

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littlesilverprince:

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          It had been quite a few months since Draco had even thought about such trivial thing as Quidditch, but sitting in such a public place as the Great Hall had opened up an opportunity to overhear such discussions. He knew that the tryouts for this years Quidditch teams were coming up, but Draco had elected not to sign up for seeker for Slytherin this year. He smirked at the thought, however – of the Gryffindor team once again playing host to a couple of Weasley’s, whom Draco thought had little to no talent for the sport. If they did it was clumsy maneuvers. He was curious to see how the youngest Weasley would play again, she had joined last year and proved Draco’s theory on clumsy maneuvers in her first few games. He hated to admit that she’d play fairly well… and continued to improve. 

          It seemed as though Draco had heard the Gryffindor’s attempting to pep talk Ron Weasley into signing up and trying out. He couldn’t help but pester them, “Maybe it’s for the best Weaselbe, it’s a good thing to know where your limits truly are, and it’s certainly not at the keepers post.”

     nope, sorry, can’t. sick today, maybe next year. 

     ron just wished that he could say these things on the tryout day, but seeing as though he knew both harry and ginny would call bullshit on him in an instant it seemed that wouldn’t work for him. one could only hope that he did get sick that day however. 

     after talking to a few people at his table, ron turned when he heard malfoy voice up his own opinion and it sent his blood a-boil. not only did he call him by a ridiculous name once more, but he was making fun of him at the same time. 

     so as he stood up proudly, it seemed that all he needed was that little push and he was ready to go show the slytherin just how good of a keeper he could be. 

          “yeah, well guess what? i’ll become the keeper just to prove you wrong.”

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ignecomas:

         ❝   that depends.   ❞   she eyes her brother, a smirk beginning to form upon her lips. raising a knowing eyebrow, she tilts her head sidewards, feeling rich in the power she currently held over him.   ❝    what’s in it for me?   ❞       

     he brightened a little as he held up the frog. 

          “maybe you’d like to put this in the bag?” after all, it was ginny who had to deal with dean being an asshole towards her, she’d probably enjoy being the one to give him payback.

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littlesilverprince:

           “oh… it’s you, there was something on your face… but now I see it’s just your ugly mug.” Draco had been making his way back from the library not noticing the ungodly hour that it had gotten. His eyes burned, the glow of the ember candles didn’t help.  

          “yeah because that insult never gets old,” he mused, annoyed for a moment before he however did notice the time as he was heading back from the kitchen--he was thirsty and bathroom faucet water just wasn’t the same. 

          “what chu doin’ out here anyway?”

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severelysnapped:

“I would suggest, Mister Weasley, that you ensure your pets are properly locked in for the night so that these situations do not become common place.” Not to mention the boy had a pygmy owl - clever though they were, Hogwarts cats were often all the more so. 

Biting back the urge to sigh, Severus considered matters a moment, then, “I will assist you in locating him - and escort you back to your common room, lest you get yourself into more trouble than any bird is worth.”  

     at least snape wasn’t going to give him detention or anything for being out this late at night, that--to ron--was a plus. but for him to be following the young man around until they found his owl, it wasn’t something that ron very much wanted. 

     still, he would give a nod. 

          “you don’t have to tell me twice, really.” he already got a stern talking to from hermione, especially since he’s lost pets before--though scabbers, or pettigrew, couldn’t very well be called a pet anymore--he was still his rat for a few years, and he had lost him numerous times. 

         “thank you, sir.” he voiced, walking down the hallway where he had seen pigwidgeon flying off to.

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kaarmana:

“My power comes from a couple different places: magic objects, magical entities, and the universe in general. I suspect your power comes from within yourself and you channel it out using that wand.” Stephen explained, pointing to the wand in the boy’s hand. “The biggest difference I think is that with your kind of magic, you have to be born with it. But with mine, anyone can do it if they’re willing enough to learn it.” 

     just hearing what the man said sparked some interest in the young man. 

          “you’re saying that just about anyone can do what you do?” he always thought that one had to be born with the gift, but learning this--it changed everything that ron had was taught. 

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i mean it’s called making a shield with your wand, so yeah:

❝ you’ve clearly never been on spring break in jacksonville. the things you have to do to get drunk there… ❞

          “is that in america?” he’s clearly never been over in that country, he’s lucky to even have gotten into hogwarts.

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hisstark:

                              “ — sorry what?” 

     right, muggle. 

          “quidditch is a game you play on brooms with four kinds of balls and try to block others from getting said balls into goals.” 

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          “yeah, well, while you lot were learning about math theorems; we wizards were learning how to mend broken bones without those foolish looking fabric cacoons.”

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kaarmana:

“I mean….you aren’t wrong but there’s more to it than that. I suspect the magic you practice and the Mystic Arts I practice are two very different things.”

     more to it, now that did intrigue the young man as he fiddled with his wand in his hand. 

          “what kind of magic do you use then? you say mystic arts, but i don’t think i’ve heard of that kind before.” he was afraid of the answer, for he knew dark magic could do horrible things, and if this man was that kind of person--he could be in trouble.

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          “honestly, sir, pigwidgeon just got out of his cage and i can’t seem to find him! i’m not out of my corridor on purpose!” he knew that he was still going to get in trouble for this, but he needed to find his owl.