happy birthday, ronald bilius weasley!  (March 1st, 1980)

Ronald Bilius Weasley, born 1st March 1980

“From now on, I don’t care if my tea leaves spell ‘Die, Ron, Die,’ I’m chucking them in the bin where they belong.”

From now on, I don’t care if my tea leaves spell ‘Die, Ron, Die,’ I’m chucking them in the bin where they belong. 

Happy Birthday to our King Ronald Weasley, (1/03/1980). Always makes us smile. 

Happy Birthday, ♛ Ronald Bilius Weasley ♛  (1st March, 1980) “If you want to kill Harry, you’ll have to kill us too!” he said fiercely, though the effort of standing upright was draining him of still more color, and he swayed slightly as he spoke.”

HARRY did not really listen. a warmth was spreading through him that had nothing to do with the sunlight; a tight obstruction in his chest seemed to be dissolving. he knew that RON and HERMIONE were more shocked than they were letting on, but the mere fact that they were still there on either side of him, speaking bracing words of comfort, not shrinking from him as though he were contaminated or dangerous, was worth more than he could ever tell them.

shaking   /   cold   /   wet .     tearmarks still stain her cheeks   ,   although she’s glad she’d gone out in the rain   ,   to disguise whether it was actually rainwater or not .     lips feel incredibly dry   ,   heart struggling to stay         AFLOAT         due to the ordeal she’d just gone through .     for a moment   ,   ron had been gone   ,   vanishing into thin air without a single word .               (     you hate the horcrux .     you absolutely hate it   ,   and god   ,   what you wouldn’t do to destroy it entirely .     but for now   ,   it still hangs heavy between the three of you   ,   and it’d almost lost you ron .     )              she’s barely aware of ron’s warm figure sitting beside her   ,   &   she’s tempted to ignore him for the time being .     but   ,   she can’t .                  ❝         you left us   ,   ron .     you left   ,   and     —————     don’t do that again .    i won’t let you come back .         ❞                  she’s lying .     she’d always let him come back   ,   no matter what .     the sound of harry making tea in the kitchen is somewhat comforting   ,   &   she knows it’ll warm her up .     but she won’t sleep tonight .

(     @kingkeeper     +     @snitchsought     &     SOMETHING WE PLOTTED .     )

BLOODY FUCKING IDIOT .          that’s exactly how he feels   ,   word for word   ,   &   he knows it .     thawing on the rug   ,   sitting in silence   ,   guilt running through his veins .       (     sopping wet   ,   you deserve it .     what in the bloody fuck had you been thinking ?     the horcrux had warped you   ,   changed you enough that you truly believed that your two best friends were going behind your back   ,   that you believed that running out on them was a good idea .     it was only hermione   ,   screaming your name in the howling wind   ,   that had snapped you back to your senses .     that woman’d always be your saving grace .     )       when hermione speaks at last   ,   he can’t help to chuckle   ,   lowly   ,   underneath his breath .     would she follow through on her promise ?     most likely not   ,   but he’d be         WARY         anyways .                      ❛       ‘m sorry   ,   hermione .     won’t do it again .          ❜                     twisting around to glance over at harry   ,   he worries .     harry’d said nothing after he walked back in   ,   just turned   &   ventured off to make a pot of tea .       (     you’d wounded him   ,   you didn’t mean to .     but are your words still echoing around in his head ?     )       looking back over at hermione   ,   the atmosphere feels incredibly awkward .     how could he go back   &  fix the damage done ?

1. on the back of the hand
2. on the fingertips 
3. on the cheek
4. on the chin
5. on the jaw
6. on the lips
7. on the neck
8. on the collar bone
9. on the chest
10. on the stomach
11. on the hips
12. on the thigh
13. on the calves

she’s a mere     STORM     of a girl   ,   magic running in her veins   and   crackling at her fingertips .     she’s a bright mind   ,   the scent of parchment paper curling in the last rays of sunlight   ,   the feel of book pages underneath your hands .     she’s got the heart of a lion   ,   beauty in everything she does .