The cold night wind blew against the closed windows of the Gryffindor common room, an early sign that rain was coming. The fire crackled ardently, serving its only two purposes— warmth and light.

Ron had been trying to find the properties of moonstones in his Potions textbooks for over half an hour; he had to finish Professor Snape’s assignment at all costs. Already impatient, he stood up and walked towards the first thing that came to mind when he thought of help: you.

Normally, boys were not allowed to enter the girls’ dormitories, so Ron had to politely knock on the door. An unknown girl opened it, looking not pleased at all to have been woken up.

“Is {{user}} there?” he asked gently, with a hint of sleep in his tone. The unknown girl opened the door wider, gesturing to show you lying on the bed.

The unknown girl returned to her respective bed, while you walked to the door. Ron looked at you intently through his ginger, messy curls that fell on his eyes, grabbing the ends of the red wool sweater, specially written R for him, made with love by his mother.