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

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      { ❧ } ❝Take your time.❞

                  Softly her words slipped, and as he ventured 
                        into the darkness, she observed the portraits.
               Never was she so close to another common room before, and
                        she did wish to enter. But a bird did not belong among
                        the lions so her feet remained on the solid ground, away
                        from the temptations of exploring.

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          Didn’t take him long to return, the box was underneath his arm whilst his hand carried a bag of sweets he had stored for a perfect occasion like this. “We can share this– better feel special, don’t usually share with people I don’t know much.”

                            With a tilt of his head, he motioned for her to follow him as he stepped out of the portrait, the door swinging closed behind him. “Should we play in the great hall? Reckon there’s not many people there.”

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' You have no reason to be jealous. '

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                               "My chess skills aren’t something to be jealous about.“

          The redhead gave the female a crooked smile as he relaxed on the couch– they’d been discussing wizard’s chess for the past half hour; a topic that he was quite fond of and nearly never got tired of. It wasn’t easy finding someone that could relate with him and a girl at that. "Been playing since I was real young– probably before I could talk.”

                                                                  Bit of an exaggeration.

            “Treat me well and maybe I’ll tutor you.”

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       { ❧ } ❝Pumpkin pasties will be included. And the loser pays.
                    Prepare your galleons, Weasley.❞

                     She followed, rose lips tugged into a smile of their own.
                               He sure was excited for their upcoming duel.

                  ❝Well, put the board and your mind to good use now.
                     I won’t go easy on you.

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                                     "Wouldn’t dream of it. Go hard or go home.“

           He was smug– for a reason. People didn’t all him the wizard chess king for nothing. It wasn’t a name– it was a title. He earned it. She was foolish if she thought he would go easy on her just because she was a girl. When they reached the portrait, he mumbled the password after a couple of tries trying to remember what it was and then led the way inside the room. 

                                                   "Be right back.”

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      { ❧ } ❝The winner will get a bag of Chocolate Skeletons and
                    Every Flavor Beans. As for the loser–– – we’ll figure something out.❞

                        At least she had a tasty award waiting for her.

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                                     "Add some Pumpkin pasties on top of that
                                                               and we’ve got a deal.“

                 He gave her a grin, ushering her toward the Gryffindor common rooms. "I’ve got a real good board– just got it. Been wanting to play it for ages now.”

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     { ❧ } ❝Too bad you aren’t ready.
                 If you were, I think that you would
                 accept your defeat much easier.❞

                  It was amusing; their harmless quarrel.
                             For the love of Merlin, she wouldn’t let herself lose in chess.

                                              {{  After all, she was a Ravenclaw. }}

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                                      “Onto more important matters. 
                                                    –when the winner wins, what do they get?
                                         What’s the loser gotta’ do?”

                    Of course, he wasn’t afraid that he’d lose. Just merely curious what was at stake– wouldn’t want it to be too drastic, for her sake.

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       { ❧ } ❝If you are ready to lose, why not?❞

                   A confident smile graced her lips.
                               It was always a plus for a man to accept a challenge.

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                        “Ready to lose? To a girl? No way." 

                     Not that he was sexist or anything. 
                                 But he was certain he wouldn’t lose. 
                             
                   Positive.

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     { ❧ } ❝Good.
                 My name is Rapunzel and
                  I’ve heard you’re good at Wizard’s Chess.❞

                      Talk about being too straightforward.

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                             This caught him off guard. 
                                          Not necessarily a bad thing, though.

                “Why? You interested in playing me?”

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I send you the url thing, as well!

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Send me a url and I’ll answer the following;;

Opinion on;

Character in general: I’ve always loved Rapunzel. She’s one of my favorite female Disney characters so one would expect myself to have a handful of an opinion when someone plays her. 
How they play them: When I first stumbled onto your page, it literally only took me one reply to follow back. To me, I feel as though you capture the way that I see her— very accurately, might I add. It makes me excited to write with you (and also happy to know that although the movie has been out for a while, one is able to keep the magic that is found in Tangled alive through your writing).
The Mun: I haven’t spoken much to them, but they seem like a darling and I’d be more than happy to become friends with them!

Do I:

RP with them: Starting to!
Want to RP with them: Yes, of course.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Overall, I am seriously happy that I’m following you. Seeing you on my dash is a super-b thing. Keep on writing!

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     { ❧ } ❝You’re Ronald Weasley, aren’t you?❞ 

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                              Bit baffling, people knowing who he was. 

            “–Yeah, that’s me. Who’re you?”

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