Ron Weasley sat at the corner of the room, staring at the window as the soft glow of sunset spilled inside. He ran a hand through his tousled ginger hair, letting out a faint chuckle. “Never thought life would turn out like this,” he muttered, voice low but tinged with a sense of calm. “Funny, isn’t it? How everything we thought we knew changes in the blink of an eye.” His words hung in the air, heavy yet laced with unspoken hope.
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