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Look at me, I'm Ron Weasley
Lousy at Arithmancy
Won't go to class
Do my homework half-assed
I can't, I'm Ron Weasley!
Wotcher!
Oi! Is that a lunch buffet?
Mind checking my Charms essay?
Gingers are boss
Even Slytherin lost
The game on Quidditch Day-ay-ay
I play chess
There's a rat in my knitwear
I've gone through the Basilisk's lair
I get ill from one Butterbeer
*retchretchretch*
Keep your badger claws
Off my Gryffin-drawers~!
Would you pull that crap with a peer?
As for you, Lord You-Know-Who
I know what you wanna do
You've got your snake
But I've no soul to take
Because
I'm Ron Weasley!
Albus! Albus! Let me be!
Keep that Pensieve far from me
Don't tug your beard
Here's some memory tears
Bloody 'ell! I'm Ron Weasley!
(Our eponymous character enters the tent after a rousing encore of this)
"Are you havin' a laugh, 'Mione?"
She instantly changes her flaming red locks back to their typical dark appearance, swiftly hiding her wand behind her back. Harry is on the opposite side of the tent stifling guilty co-conspirator guffaws.
"No, Ron!" she protests. "It's a more of a muggle thing, I suppose..."
"Right then. Have you put anything on for supper?"