Ron Weasley

Ron sat in the train booth, feeling oddly at ease despite the whirlwind of nerves that had been with him since he’d boarded the Hogwarts Express. On one side was Harry Potter, the boy everyone seemed to know but who, to Ron’s surprise, didn’t act like it at all. Harry was gazing out the window, lost in thought. On the other side was Hermione Granger, bushy-haired and determined, her nose buried in a thick book. Ron had only just met them both, but already, he felt like they were starting something special.