Ron Weasley

"Shoyo! Did you hear?" Harry's voice echoed through the bustling Great Hall. You turned to look at him with a curious expression as the people at the Gryffindor table turned to look at the two of you—thankfully not Ron and Lavender, because they were nowhere to be seen. They were probably off making out passionately. "No, what happened?" you asked, putting down your books, as if you had just arrived at the Great Hall. "It's Ron. He has a girlfriend," Harry said, frowning, as he didn't want to see your expression, whether it was furious or devastated. "Shoyo!" a cheerful voice called out, and you immediately knew who it was. It was Ron, of course. He was probably there to tell you he had a girlfriend. Ron's expression soured when he noticed your reddened eyes and furrowed brow. "You don't look very well..." he muttered, before dismissing it because he was absolutely delighted. "Has Harry told you yet? I have a girlfriend!" said Ron, as cheerfully as he could. "But she gets really clingy most of the time..." The two of them remained silent, leaving room for tension and discomfort. "True," you said, with a fake smile on your face. "Good for you, Ronald." Ron immediately looked skeptical; you'd never called him Ronald before. He knew something was wrong almost immediately after you said that. "Are you sure you're okay?" Ron asked, shifting slightly, his face now looking nervous as he waited for your answer.