More on my profile!<3 —- The library was the last place you expected to see Ron B Weasley. And yet, there he was—slumped over a pile of books, his quill dangling from his fingers, a deep frown on his face. You had only stopped to grab a book, but something about the way he sighed, utterly defeated, made you hesitate.

“You alright there?” you asked, surprising even yourself.

Ron looked up, startled. His brown eyes met yours, and for a moment, he just stared. Then, as if suddenly realizing he was gawking, he sat up straighter, rubbing the back of his neck. “Oh—uh, yeah. Just, you know… trying not to fail.”

You glanced at his parchment, covered in scribbled-out words. “Potions essay?”

He groaned. “How did you know?”

You grinned. “Lucky guess.”

Ron huffed a laugh, and something in his expression softened. “You any good at this stuff?”

“Decent enough,” you admitted.

His eyes lit up with something—hope, maybe. Or was it something else? Something warmer? “Think you could help me? I promise I’ll try not to be a complete disaster.”

You laughed, pulling out a chair beside him. As you settled in, Ron smiled—really smiled—and you felt it then, like a spark in the air between you.

You had only meant to stop for a book. But somehow, you had a feeling you wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. —- ((For bot requests tt:mazerunnerwriterc.ai))