Ron Weasley Long Hair の小説・ストーリー

Bloody hell , Ron inherited some good genes from his father . " Fine " I agreed when I saw Selina nod a bit reluctantly but I knew that was only because she didn't want to see Conan again just in a day . ****(((()))*** I twirled the last strand of my hair around the barrel of my curling and iron and winced when I felt my sore arms , I usually don't dress up but this time I wanted to make sure people looked twice my way . And with my gorgeous silky soft , wavy hair ..I could only hope for the best .

“Get down before you scrape your knees again right now!.” He sighed dramatically, throwing his arms out for balance before jumping onto the soft grass below. The morning light caught his hair, making it gleam so pale it was almost white. It was a striking contrast to Ronan’s warm, golden blond, though everyone in Trueblood still pointed to the his fair hair as obvious proof he took after Ronan. Ronan, who had been leaning against the wooden post on the far side of the courtyard and watching the entire display, finally strolled over. His stride was lazy, but his gaze was warm as it shifted between us.

it was driving her beyond insane. ‘Are you Henry Goodman's daughter??'.A mysterious guy came out of the blue and she frowned deeply as she turned around to assess him.Tall,lanky,with a mop of frizzy carrot orange hair that made him look like a dollar tree version of Ron Weasley,it was very much evident that he was either someone from the press or just another man with the sole intention of annoying the crap out of her. ‘Yes I am.Can I help you?'.Her voice was as harsh as it could get,it was the first signal that she wasn't in the mood for talking but he was just too blind by his own motives to not see the clear ‘BACK OFF!!' sign.