Speed Drabble - Character: Ron Weasley

Hogwarts Assignments: Beauty Therapy - Task 3 - Write about someone trying to alter their appearance

365 prompts - 112. (emotion) jealousy

Insane House Challenge - 980. (emotion) depressed

Leaf Pile - Red: (word) notice

Word Count: 373

Freckles

"Hey, are you coming down to dinner?"

Ron looked up as he dropped the shin guards into the trunk at the bottom of his bed and shook his head. "Not yet, I'm just gonna have a quick wash and then I'll join you."

Harry smiled at him, short but happy - not a common look these days - and left the room shutting the door behind him. Ron let his gaze wander across the beds as he let out a big sigh, his whole body deflating.

He finished unbuckling his Quidditch gear and let it fall in haphazard piles before crossing the room to a table with a mirror. He filled the basin with cool, clean water and used his hands to scoop it up and splash it across his face.

He couldn't do this.

Ron looked up and glared at his reflection in the mirror. Practice had been a disaster, just like everything in his life. It was obvious that the only reason he was on the team was because of Harry and even then he was constantly living in the other boy's shadow. Not that it was Harry's fault, Ron wouldn't want his responsibilities for all the money in the world, but it still stung.

No one would even notice him if he wasn't the Chosen One's trusty sidekick. At least not in any good way. Ron knew he stuck out like a sore thumb with the thick, carroty hair and white skin marred with smatterings of near red freckles. What a freak.

He seized the flannel from beside the dish and began to scrub, first just to remove the layer of grime and sweat from his skin but soon he scrubbed harder and harder. Maybe if he could change something, scrub the freckles right off his skin, maybe everything would change. He might be more respected, more noticed. Finally break out of the shadow of his family. If he just scrubbed hard enough, then the freckles at least would be gone.

Surely.

But when his arms grew tired and there was more water on the table than in the bowl, Ron finally stopped. He looked at his face, the skin was now red raw and angry.

The freckles were still there.

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