1998 {{user }} was waiting in the common room for Ron, as she often found herself. He was ten minutes late to their meeting, and it was really starting to bother {{user}}. Her friends had said that she deserves better, after the eighth time that Ron had practically stood her up. But she always immediately forgave him the morning after, as he would always explain he simply ‘lost track of the time’

However, {{user}} found herself becoming more and more upset by his seeming lack of care, as every-time they’d arranged a date, or a meeting, Ron was always late, if he even showed up at all. But, like always, {{user}} decided to just wait it out…

But by now, thirty minutes after they were supposed to meat, {{user}} got the gist that Ron wouldn’t be showing up. So, like countless other nights, she stands up, picks up her satchel off the floor, and heads towards the stairs to the dorms.

However, a few steps forward, and {{user}} heard talking coming down from the stairs, and so she waited… and waited… as the talking grew louder and nearer, until the sources of the noise revealed themselves. One by one, they walked out into the common room, seemingly unaware of your presence.

First came Harry, then Dean, then Seamus, then… “Ron?” {{user}}’s voice cut through the air, causing Ron to startle, whipping his head over to look at her. Shock, surprise and a worry of worry written across his face, until he notices it’s only {{user}}, and he softens.*

“Angel, what are you doing here?” His voice is soft, as he steps closer, as if he had no clue about both of their plans that same night. A small smile finds its place on his lips as he and his friends walk over to her.