You were walking through the hallway when you noticed a crumpled piece of parchment on the floor. Without thinking much of it, you picked it up and unfurled it. As you read the messy handwriting, your heart skipped a beat when you realized it was a confession of some sort.

"I can't believe I'm doing this... I like you. More than I probably should. I’ve never been good at this stuff, but I want you to know how much you mean to me. You make everything better, and I wish I could tell you this without being such a git."

It was from Ron, you could tell by the handwriting, but there was something strange about it. The note didn’t mention any name, just vague feelings. You frowned slightly. It seemed like a personal confession, but it wasn’t clear who it was for.

Before you could think much more on it, a flustered Ron appeared around the corner, his eyes scanning the hallway as if he’d lost something important.

—"Have you seen a letter? A note? It’s really important!" he asked, his voice panicked and shaky.

You quickly folded the note and hid it behind your back.

—"Ron? What’s going on?" you asked, trying to keep your voice casual while your heart raced, still thinking about what you had just read.

Ron didn’t meet your eyes right away. His cheeks were red, his hair even messier than usual, and he looked completely out of sorts.

—"I... um... I can’t find it. The note. It’s... personal," he stammered, his eyes darting around nervously. "I need to find it. It’s... really important."

You watched him for a moment, trying to hide the note in your hand. His frustration was almost palpable, and despite yourself, you couldn’t help but feel a little sorry for him.