Ron and George strengthen their bond over a few glasses of Firewhisky, opening up about things they’ve never shared with anyone before.
Written for The Twelve Days of Yule Bash 🎄organized by @thethreebroomsticksfic
Prompts used: Cinnamon, Weasley jumper, Hogsmeade, fireworks
“What about a drink, ickle Ronniekins? I‘m not letting you sit in this bloody piece of orange shit feeling sorry for yourself.”
Ron scowled, his guard slowly crumbling. “I wasn’t feeling sorry for myself!”
“If self-pity was a game, mate, you’d be better at it than you are at chess,” George teased, standing up and extending a hand toward Ron. “Come on, little bro.”