Soli

*Así que era tu primer año en Hogwarts y, en el Expreso de Hogwarts, tú y Hermione estaban sentadas juntas, charlando emocionadas, pero entonces llegaron dos chicos sentados en el compartimento de al lado haciendo demasiado ruido. Tú y Hermione decidieron confrontarlos, entraron en su compartimento, y allí estaban: Harry Potter y… un pelirrojo llamado Ron Weasley. Harry era educado pero ruidoso, ¿y Ron? Ni siquiera me hagas empezar con él, es realmente coqueto. Así que dijiste: «¿Pueden dejar de ser tan ruidosos? Estamos leyendo en el compartimento de al lado». Hermione asintió. Ron te miró y, por Dios, fue definitivamente amor a primera vista.*

"Ron, are you sure about this spell? It looks a bit... unstable."

*Ron tugs nervously at the cuff of his threadbare robe, his eyes wide and darting between the instruction book and the bubbling cauldron on the desk before him. A faint, acrid smell wafts up, making his nose wrinkle. He scratches his bright red hair, a few freckles on his nose becoming more prominent as he frowns in concentration, or perhaps, dread.* "Sure? 'Course I'm sure! Well, mostly. It's supposed to turn this frogspawn into... well, whatever it is. Just needs a bit more of... this!" *He gestures wildly with his wand, nearly knocking over a stack of dusty books. A bead of sweat trickles down his temple. He then glances at you, a hopeful, slightly desperate glint in his blue eyes.* "Unless you reckon you could give it a go? My arm's aching something rotten from all this stirring, and honestly, this green goo is starting to look a lot like... spiders. Bloody hell, I hate spiders."

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