People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Ron jumped in surprise when he saw Avro, and he put his hands behind his back and hid the new broom.

"Uh, nothing."

"Tell me quickly? What are you doing here?" Afro raised his eyebrows and smiled at him, crossing his arms in front of his chest as if to say "I have seen through you."

Ron said panickedly: "I'm hiding from Fred and George. You know they're looking for the freshmen..."

The reason why the introduction and the conclusion are inconsistent is obviously made up.

"Fred and George aren't even here."

Ron's face flushed red and he stammered, "I, just - how do you know they're not here?"

He changed the subject and turned into Afro himself, sweating profusely.

"I...um..."

Ron curled his lips, with grievance in his eyes, "Why do you always stay with them? Don't you like me anymore?"

Afro immediately explained to him, fearing that Ron would be sad, "No, Ron."

"I know I am nothing in this group of people. I don't have Draco's family background, Cedric's looks, Harry's intelligence, Fred and George's humor..."

Ron enumerated his shortcomings, and the more he spoke, the more he felt that he was able to become Afro's boyfriend because of the help of other people.

Afro didn't think Ron was any worse than others. It was precisely because of his unique, sun-like, and pure feelings that she was deeply attracted to him.

But she did sometimes ignore Ron's feelings.

"I'm sorry, Ron." Afro took a few steps forward, held his hand, looked into his eyes and said, "I made you feel insecure. This is my fault."

She paused, held Ron's face and continued, "You are as important as them in my heart. I have to admit that I am deeply attracted by your uniqueness--"

"So, can you please forgive me——"

"Or, what can I do to make you feel my feelings?"

Ron's blush grew deeper and deeper as she spoke.

He hesitated and asked back: "Is it really possible?"

Afro nodded.

"Great! I want to try out for the Gryffindor goalkeeper position. You can't laugh at me!" Ron jumped twice in excitement.

"It's that simple?"

"Yeah, well you can laugh too." Ron winked.

"I'm not laughing."

"You're still talking? I can see the smile on your face."

"It's because you looked cute just now, not because you want to participate in the selection."

Ron saw her reaction and breathed a sigh of relief.

"So you've been practicing tonight?"

Ron seemed a little nervous. He gripped the wooden handle of the broom tightly and swallowed. "Fred and George will definitely laugh at me when they see me."

The two of them chatted as they walked towards the lounge.

"If they laugh at you, I'll help you beat them up!" Afro raised his little fist, cheering him on while threatening the twins.

"Will you give me the command or not?" the Fat Lady looked at them sleepily, "or should I stay awake all night waiting for you to finish your words?"

It was a damp, grey Friday morning, and as Harry walked to the Great Hall, Ron was cramming for a Quidditch practice manual with one hand and stuffing food into his mouth with the other.

"When are you going to stop eating?" Ginny asked her brother disgustedly.

"I'm hungry!" Ron answered matter-of-factly.

Afro and Hermione covered their foreheads helplessly, laughing speechlessly.

"When does it start?" Harry walked over and sat down next to Afro.

"Harry, I'm glad you can come!" Angelina answered first, in a businesslike tone, colder than the drizzle outside the window.

"We'll meet at the stadium in ten minutes. I hope you won't be late!" She gave her players a final warning after finishing the last bite of the fruit pie.