Least loved, always, by the mother who craved a daughter... least loved, now, by the girl who prefers your friend... second best, always, eternally overshadowed.
❝ —- - i’m really, really sorry for that. if i hadn’t done it, i’m afraid the more… experienced and alluring girls of my year would play horrible tricks on you or anyone else. ❞
she murmurs, letting the blonde strands clumsily settle around from where she stood, following every sway of her head.
rapunzel did not think that this would be any more gentle than she opted it to be. unlike the ginger, her feet had taken her a few feet away from him, and it was pure instinct unto wherever the wind would take her, rapunzel goes. clutching the robe tighter around her, the young woman lets the cold breeze brush past scarlet cheeks, decorated with freckles of her own.
❝ did you have anything else planned for today? i wouldn’t want to bother you, ronnie. and again, i apologize for the both of us to meet this way. i think i’m one of the least desirable girls in my house, which is why i volunteered for this —- - thing. ❞
He’d caught that. Wasn’t sure if the words were meant for his to hear, but he had. Should’ve expected something like that, for sure. Perhaps it was luck that it was her and not another; one might not be as gentle as she. Not that he was any more experienced than her. But he would act like he was– to feel more in control of the situation.
"No– was at practice, but haven’t got much else to do. Thought about pranking first years but couldn’t think of anything to do– decided to leave that sort of thing up to my brothers.“
Ron looked at her, curious. "But– why me? I mean, there’s plenty of other guys to mess with like that.”