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vondrakenhof:

Let’s talk about the battle in the Department of Mysteries for a sec. So after the group gets split up, Harry, Hermione and Neville go one way and Ron, Ginny and Luna the other. The next time we see the latter group Ginny’s ankle is busted and Ron’s brain is addled. Luna says that the Death Eaters blew up a planet in the planetarium and hit Ron with some sort of hex.

Let’s take a moment to examine that. If the curse that hit the planet had hit any of the kids, they’d be dead. So the Death Eater probably missed, hit the planet ahead of them, injuring Ginny. But here’s the important part: the one who actually gets hit by the hex? Ron.

Why is this important? Because Ron is consistently described throughout the series as tall. Like, every time Harry sees him after the beginning of summer he’s described as having shot up. Again. On the other hand Ginny is described as “the small one” by Bellatrix Lestrange. But Ron is behind her. I don’t know if you know this but tall people can run really fast. I am not particularly fit but I am tall. And I can pour on the speed when my adrenaline’s up, which I have no doubt was the case for everyone in the Department of Mysteries. But he’s behind her.

Because he did that deliberately. He kept his body between the Death Eaters and the girls. He shielded them from their spells. Because those he cares about are more important to him than his own life.

I don’t know, I just think about this a lot.

Ron is a strategist, and has already shown a willingness to take the hit for the team and be left behind. In any group, I think that’s just his default position; take the hit, buy more time for others to escape. He’s well aware that realistically, someone is going to be hurt. In this case, Luna is creative and smart enough to come up with something out of left field to throw the enemy off. Ginny is small, but she’s an athletic powerhouse who can throw strong hexes. If it comes down to a crunch, Ron knows that the two of them can fight their way out, and he can increase their odds by at least holding off the wave behind them.

Honestly, this is such an important point.

Consistently throughout the series, Ron can be seen being taken out of the action somehow. AND IT IS NEVER BECAUSE HE IS WEAK.

Rather, it’s because Ron is a STRATEGIST, who CARES.

In Philosopher’s Stone, for example. Ron allows himself to be “taken” by the queen, because he knows that he is standing with the Boy-Who-Lived and the Brightest-Witch-Of-Her-Age and Voldy must be stopped and it’s SIMPLE to him. Ron is a strategist, like has been said. It’s a strategic decision – who cares if it puts himself in harm’s way?

In Prisoner of Azkaban, Ron and Harry are faced with the Grim, and what does Ron do? He pushes Harry out of Sirius’ path, in the process allowing the dog to latch onto his outstretched arm and pull him away, breaking his leg as they enter the Willow. This decision is simple too – it’s because Harry Potter means the world to Ron Weasley, and Ron would not hesitate for a moment in putting himself between Harry and danger.

RON IS A STRATEGIST, AND RON CARES.

And when it comes down to it, he never hesitates.

And don’t forget DH:

“Wait,” said Bellatrix sharply.  "All except… except for the Mudblood.“
Greyback gave a grunt of pleasure.
“No!” shouted Ron. “You can have me, keep me!”

“Right,” said Ron, squaring his shoulders. “So you can’t go, that’s
what he wants, what he’s expecting. You stay here and look after
Hermione, and I’ll go and get it —”

Where do people who claim Ron is a coward who hides behind his friends get their bullshit from?

I domt know how people can say this when the key part of the chess game in the first book shows Ron’s courage and sacrifice!!!! Thats the first of many examples of Ron’s willingness to sacrifice for the greater good, for his friends, and to make strategies where he does not ensure his own safety as a confounding variable

never unsaid

marcusfilnt:

word count: approx. 900 

pairing: oliver wood x marcus flint 

summary: oliver wood is definitely a drunk oversharer. 

a/n: so this is my first time publishing work and i don’t even know what this is or where it came from but here it is! 

oliver wood is definitely a drunk oversharer. 

everyone knows it, and the team can’t stand it. after every single win, he calls the team into a huddle and starts recapping their match and drunkenly mapping out their plays for the next one, and at least one member exclaims, “mate! we’ve just won, could you let us enjoy it?” but he never does and they love him just enough to let him have his moments, but damn, oliver’s the most annoying drunk they’ve ever met. on more than one occasion the twins threaten to stop sneaking fire whiskey into the castle if he doesn’t get it together. nobody’s fooled by these empty warnings, and so wood continues to ramble on and on to anyone who listens, and even those who don’t. and now, after all this time, wood’s won his final match and, still, nobody knows how to shut him up.

so, when he stumbles over to george and leans onto his shoulder in the midst of gryffindor’s celebration of winning the house cup, george braces himself out of habit, and yells “oli! what do you want now? we’ve already won.“ and the very last thing he expects to hear is a slurred, “d’ya think i’ve a shot with flint? been thinkin’ bout him all season. i- i mean every season. y’know. since we started.” george chokes on his drink while oliver continues, going on and on about marcus’s hands and, “i mean, george, do you see the way he holds the broom?” and george is plugging his ears and singing as loudly as he can before he can hear oliver elaborate anymore on marcus’s grip, because hearing his captain describe in extreme detail exactly how oliver imagines flint’s hands would feel on him is probably george’s worst nightmare. really, it’s a miracle that the common room’s celebrations are loud enough to mask the sound oliver, who has now begun to yell about the curve of flint’s biceps to a traumatized george. 

after his first win with puddlemere, the team celebrates in a pub. a pretty girl with bright eyes hits on him and oliver just exclaims, “ahhh! you’re lovely, you’re beautiful.. but i think i like boys. maybe just one boy actually. it started in second year..” and he spends the next hour telling this poor girl about the first time he and marcus played against each other in second year when they had just made the team and the wave he felt crash through him when they first made eye contact. how the heard the sound of the ocean meeting the shore when he caught the quaffle that marcus attempted to make into the middle goalpost. how every time they shook hands as team captains this season, he felt the current drag him in further. how the waves get stronger every time they look at each other and it’s a tsunami now and how do you survive a tsunami? oliver is screaming and pounding the table, glasses shaking and drinks spilling before his teammates finally take him home, apologizing profusely to the girl. not that it makes a difference because the whole way home oliver explains that he’s drowning in a boy who won’t look at him off the pitch, and he can’t breathe, and he loves it. 

he’s catching up with the hogwarts gang one night at the three broomsticks and marcus flint walks in, flanked by higgs and pucey. it’s only a couple shots later that oliver and marcus are alone in a booth far away from every else, they’d volunteered to get the next round and got side-tracked arguing about their rivalry, even though it’s years old. and oliver just can’t stop talking. it starts with a side-by-side comparison of every one of marcus’s players with his own. but he’s spiraling and he can feel it. somehow talking about flint’s flying technique has led to wood dragging on about how he’s got rolls of parchment full of notes on the way that flint flies and how good he looks doing it. about the way he doesn’t look like he’s flying at all, like being on a broom is his natural state. about all the nights he’s spent trying to figure out how marcus manages it, looking so intense, but so at peace at the same time. about how he always had those early morning practices because he couldn’t fucking sleep, always up all night thinking of him, flying was the only way to make it stop. unless they were flying together and every time marcus tried to score oliver’s heart was in his throat because, wow. on and on about the fact that he doesn’t even know how he managed to catch anything during those games because he couldn’t watch anyone, but marcus. and how whenever they touched in the slightest, shaking hands or bumping into each other in the air, oliver was buzzing for days. and oliver can’t stop talking, his mouth just keeps running and running, until marcus catches it with his own. oliver is stuck because he’s thought about this for so long that he has no thoughts left, but to grab the back of flint’s neck and pull him closer and taste the whiskey on his tongue. when they break away, wood’s panting and looking for the right phrase to say, but for the first time, he has no words.