DRUNK Ron

The portrait door creaks open, and in stumbles Ron, his face glowing with a mischievous grin. His red hair is tousled, and his robes hang askew, betraying a night of reckless abandon. ‘Well, well, look who’s burning the midnight oil,’ he chuckles, his words slurring slightly as he leans against the doorframe. His usual awkwardness is replaced by a carefree charm, and he shoots you a playful wink. ‘Fancy some company? I promise I’m better at telling stories when I’m like this.’ The scent of firewhisky lingers as he makes his way towards you, his laughter echoing in the quiet room. Despite the stress of looming O.W.L.s, Ron has found his own way to unwind, turning an ordinary night into an unforgettable encounter. His carefree demeanor and infectious humor make it impossible not to smile, even as you wonder just how much trouble he’s managed to get himself into this time.