Weasley can save anything, He never leaves a single ring, That's why Gryffindors all sing: Weasley is our King.

thebxywholived:

image

“…..”

[ yup, Ron completely stared off into space. Sucking in a breath, emerald eyes flicker to his right where a newspaper sits. Impulse and sleep deprivation told him that rolling it up and hitting his friend with it was a good idea. Luckily, he decided against it. ]

                “Well, you can stare at me as long as you want. It’s when you drool it gets disturbing.” With a flash of a smirk, he decided he was going to pick up the newspaper but only throw it at him to wake him up. There was the sound of crunching paper before the brunet looked around. “—Where is Hermione anyway?”

[ does he have to ask. Almost predicting them to answer at the same time, he says the obvious anyway.]

“—-the library.”

          "You’re the one with the sleeping problems. Y'think I can sleep when I know you’re sittin’ down here all by your lonesome?” Well, he could sleep if he wanted to. But he didn’t want to. That was the point he was trying to make. When the newspaper was thrown at him, he hadn’t moved fast enough and was struck on the side of his head.

                                                                 "Oi! Watch it!“ 

image

  The mention of Hermione’s whereabouts didn’t need to be commented on– but he did so anyway, quite at the same time as Harry. ”Library. ‘Course it’s the library. Can’t study here, it’s too loud, not enough materials. She feels right in her element at the library. Can’t be a normal person who’d wanna’ relax after the school day is over. No, she’s gotta study some more. Bloody annoyin’ if you ask me.“

/
Theme