RWatHT - Chapter 20: Sweetest Of Nightmares

all of gryffindor: look at our prefects dawg, we’re never winning the house cup

romione in their sixth year if i had it my way

RWatHT - Chapter 10: Scorching Rivalries

As Ron stared out of a window of the Hogwarts Express he sensed his hand trembling. That often happened when he thought about Moody’s words. He wasn’t scared, he knew that wasn’t the problem. No, the real problem was that he was quite the opposite from scared, he was excited, abnormally so. There was a fire that raged inside him, not a physical one. The physical fire hadn’t made an appearance since his incident in the bathroom.

‘Bad phrasing,’ thought Ron.

Jokes and puns aside, Ron couldn’t help it. It was a new sort of feeling, similar to the nervousness before a Quidditch match, all with the nausea, the sweating, the fidgeting, except the exact opposite. He didn’t feel like vomiting because he was afraid, but because he was completely unable to think about anything else. That must have been the reason, because otherwise, it would mean that he was… That he felt…

No, he’d rather think about the excitement of it all. Whatever was happening Ron thought Gryffindor knew what was going on, after all he had sent a Patronus just moments after his first… Whatever the hell was happening to him. It couldn’t be a simple coincidence.

Ron’s dreams were also falling towards the weirder side. More often than not he dreamt of the same cave, with the silver shaft that stuck out of the ground and always managed to allure Ron enough for him to walk into the fiery trap. However, to his relief not every night was similar, some nights he would dream of a certain someone. They would be holding their hands, fingers intertwined with one another. They’d stared at each other in the eye before Ron would lean in and his lips would find hers.

Ever since Hermione’s second kiss he had become far more, infatuated with his bookworm best friend. He found himself staring at her far more than he used to, observing and admiring her curls as she read a book. Her nose scrunching as she put all of her focus on a book of hers, every fiber in Ron’s being wanted to walk over to her and kiss her on the tip of her nose. She would smile, and although she had gotten rid of her fairly large front teeth Ron could sometimes imagine her laughing with them, it gave her a sort of childish look so different from the nagging and bossy girl he had come to know for years now.

When they were on the Knight Bus on their way to Hogsmeade Ron took the chance to open some of his mail. During the holidays he had gotten a few more letters than he usually got, most probably because of his status as Champion of Gryffindor. He opened some of them up. He got some chocolates from Dean and Seamus, gillyweed gum from Neville which apparently gave webbed hands as well as some other sweets from Cedric and Angelina Johnson. He finally got to a letter from Luna which he read over quickly. Half of it was about the usual weird, strange and probably imaginary creatures that she and her barmy father believed in, however when he got to the last part he almost choked on his chocolate. Harry noticed and Ron simply pointed to the part that had interested him so much. He saw as his speckled best friend’s eyes seemed to almost pop out of the frames of his glasses and his eyebrows shot up his fringe.

As he walked into the castle accompanied by Harry, Hermione and his family he couldn’t help, but notice how people kept staring at them. Particularly he and his siblings. The day he arrived he didn’t Gryffindor anywhere, he seemed to have left the school and nobody knew.

The next day he took Hermione aside towards the common room when he saw Cho Chang speak with Harry after a double-Potions lesson. She looked at him weirdly, but he only smirked when he saw her confusion. Once they were inside their common room Ron sat Hermione down, she seemed to catch on to what Ron was trying to do.

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Okay, but young Hercules from the Disney movie looks exactly like how I picture Ron.

Tall, gangly, skinny, big hands, big feet, big ears, long nose, red hair, blue eyes. Am I the only one seeing this?

When your constant mortal peril becomes a running gag. 

my sweetie Hermione at Slughorn’s party

The point of practicality is also not a good one when you take into consideration the fact that Hogwarts has owls that students can use, but not things like replacement wands or something like that. Ron had to spend his whole second year with a broken wand, and there was nothing he could do to replace it. If Percy's owl had broken its wing or somehow died he could have still used a school owl.

A big argument that I have seen against Molly that people say proves she plays favorites is how in the first book, she buys Percy an owl for making Prefect while not bothering to get Ron a new wand. And my question is HOW MUCH DO PEOPLE THINK AN OWL COSTS?!? The price of an owl has to be very nominal next to something like a wand. It’s not like Molly choose between two comparable things, like a pet and a new book bag. In which case, if the book bag is still usable, why should she not get a new pet to reward Percy for doing something great? The bag is perfectly fine if a little worn and it’s not that big of a deal to use it if the previous owner doesn’t need it. Comparing the price of a wand and an owl is like wondering why this family didn’t get Ron a brand new $1500 MacBook when his brother’s old one still works. And then telling the parents they are horrible people for buying their other son a $20 toy instead. I mean, if they bought one son a toy, surely they can have gotten the brand new laptop instead. But instead Ron has to use an old laptop that still works while his brother is obviously the favorite for getting a toy for a job well done. I mean, Ron needs that laptop for school and it’s necessary. Percy’s toy isn’t necessary and he could have done without.

This isn’t a moment of favoritism, it’s a moment of practicality. Molly and Arthur were able to wrangle enough money for an owl because it is much cheaper than a wand.

What’s she listening to? 🌙