Ronald Weasley Audition

[RON WEASLEY]

Character: Ronald Bilius Weasley
RP Experience: 6-7 Years
Have you ever played this canon before?: Yes.
Roleplay Example: See below

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It would be appreciated if you could write in either a time that has happened during the books or as this spin off. This post is great, but we also need to be able to respond to it and see how you do afterward. Also, please remove it from quote tags, I understand that this is a quoted text, but it looks nicer without the quote tags.

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[RON WEASLEY]

Three long and brutal years had passed by since the end of the war. Ron knew that the end of the war was really just the beginning because the way the world was at this moment it was hell. Every day the world was at war with itself because now Voldomort ruled the Wizarding World. He knew every day muggleborns and muggles were being killed. His heart ached at the loss of everyone that was taken from this world each and every day. The innocent ones, the ones that did not deserve to die. It always took him back to the death of his brother Fred... it had been three long, hard, and cold years for the Weasley's after Fred's death among the other's that died the night of the battle. But the death of Fred was just the beginning of more deaths to come.

Ron slowly grudgingly awoke from his slumber. His mind rewinded him back to the night of the battle. Back to the terror, the screams, and the torture everyone endured that night. Shortly after Fred's death the whole Weasley Clan, Order, Hermione, and Harry all found a way to go back into hiding. They escaped the war zone and hid away from the world, so they could find their next route of how to defeat the Dark Lord. Nobody knew it would take this long… three long years and counting before he could be defeated. How were they going to defeat Voldomort? Every day he just got stronger and more powerful. Everyday more people were being killed and imprisoned.

Ron was itching to go back out and end this thing once and for all. However, he knew the moment that his family and everyone else came out of hiding more deaths would happen. It haunted him every day and a part of him wanted to stay in hiding. He was more than content just living out his days with his loved ones. Everyone he really truly cared about were in hiding with him. However, he knew that it was selfish of him to even think of this. Because others were, out there dying and not safe. So unfortunately it was a very two sided thought of his. One half saying 'you're safe here ron, you have everyone you love, no need to fight and lose another loved one.' But the other half of him was yelling at him, screaming at him, 'how dare you stay in hiding, how dare you let these people die one by one, you should be out there fighting for these people.'

His feet were now leading him down the stairs as his stomach growled to alert him he was starving. But then, somehow he tripped over a small indent in the ground and came tumbling down on his face. "Oi, bloody hell!" he yelped , still on the ground, as his eyes quickly scanned around the room hoping nobody had caught his misfortune of falling to the ground.

He seemed to be in the safe.

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** Sorry this post is so short. I haven't played Harry before, but I wanted to give you a post to respond to. xD Don't worry about your length here. I don't blame you for a short post.

Harry walked through the home, his wand in his pocket and his arms crossed over his chest. The guilt that coursed through him was heart wrenching. Every moment he thought of someone who had been lost in the war, the more he hated himself. "One thing. One damn thing. That was all I had to do. And I blew it!" He scolded himself. Pacing across the the room. He was so angry, so very angry at his life. He was the "boy-who-lived" and now the papers only mentioned the "coward-who-ran". Every night he laid in his bed staring up at the ceiling. Wondering why he had messed up. Wondering what he could have done to change this fate. To make everything wrong turn right.

With a frustrated sigh, he left the room at frightening speeds, running practically. He needed to get out. Just for a day. To pretend the entire world wasn't coming to an end. To see Ginny. He wanted to see Ginny. He slowed to a walk and pressed on, until he came around a corner where Ron sat. He blinked down at him on the floor before extending his hand. "Ron, what are you doing?" He questioned. No smile touched his face though. Harry had forgotten what a true smile was. Today, it was hard, a disappointment really. It was the beginning of the school year. And he had to live again knowing that students feared the home he had once loved.

[RON WEASLEY]

Ron’s face started to turn a dark shade of red. For the first few minutes, he had assumed that he was alone. He assumed he was in the clear and nobody saw he had tripped. He wasn’t even sure if he wanted to look up and face the music of his fall. If it was his mother she would proceed to scold him for lying on the dirty ground and to go bathe. Any of his brothers would instantly start making fun of him, as would Hermione and Ginny and that would just be a nightmare. He bit down on the bottom of his lip and really hoped it wasn’t either of the girls because he would never live this down. They would make a big deal out of nothing…and, all he did was trip for goodness sakes!

His ears perked up when he heard Harry’s voice and his heart dropped a bit with relief. Though at the same time his heart dropped because he heard what Harry said. He wished he would just stay clear of the papers. The papers that ran him down from the age of eleven and only ever praised him maybe once in a blue moon, Harry’s mind shouldn’t even be on what the people think of him, it needed to be on the strategy to take back Hogwarts and take back the Wizarding World and finally defeating Voldomort.

He really wished that the damn papers would shut up though. This was hard enough on Harry who always had a gentle heart about anyone that needed saving. If Harry ever thought, anyone was in danger he would put his own life at risk in order to save someone else. However, what Harry never seemed to grasp was the idea that if something happened to Harry that was it. The world was at war forever and there was no hope. Without Harry Potter, the Wizarding World was left with absolutely nothing but disaster. If Harry had not escaped that night he would have died and matters would be just as bad and never get better. But, Harry just never could grasp this concept no matter how often Hermione and himself told him this.

His eyes narrowed over now to watch Harry as he paced, that was until Harry finally spotted him lying on the ground. Ron’s face went a shade of red again but was still rather relieved it was just Harry in the long end. “I…have you ever smelled the floor before?” He asked Harry, and then took a whiff of the ground, before he started to gag as dust flew into his mouth, and he had a small coughing fit.

He grabbed Harry’s hand and stood up, trying to regain composure, “I tripped…bloody dents in thefloorl…bloody mornings…” he muttered under his breath, then glanced at Harry, and gave him an awkward look unsure if he should bring up what he overheard, or just simply drop it.

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