Calypse: I was feeling pity towards the youngest male Weasley... actually I was feeling angsty but not enough for a full Draco one. I thought it was pretty pointless but I made Nikki feel sorry for him so it wasn't that bad I guess ;)

The sky is blue (actually gray seeming that it's raining), grass is green, dirt is brownish and Malfoy remains an ass.

Hi, I'm Ronald Weasley but most call me Ron.

I write a letter and candle light flickers

Light is white (sometimes yellow if you're in a bathroom) shadow is black both are true but what else is new?

Harry Potter, the boy who lived is my best friend. Yeah, how the hell did an average kid like me befriend the hero of all children? Don't know really, I'm nothing special. After all, compared to a shining star like Harry and Hermione, I'm a flickering candlelight that no one can even bother blowing out.

Rain is water; snow is water, while some things change others never do.

And now it's raining.

I'm Ron and he's the boy who lived, one can't help but get jealous but he's my best mate isn't he?

Sometimes I wonder about that.

"He can't help it Ron, its fate, some get dealt with better hands than others." Said Hermione pointedly at the redhead who was trying his best to ignore her and look over her bush brown hair.

Funny, why does it feel as if I gotten the short end of the deal?

Ginny's a girl and I'm a boy, wonder if mum would have paid more attention to me if I was born a little girl like she always wanted. Instead of being the boy rest of brothers had been.

Oh look the rain stopped.

It was my birthday, it was Christmas, but mum never remembers that I hate maroon, hence the pile of maroon clothing reserved for Dobby.

"But Ron dear, Maroon's such a good color on you." Said Mrs. Weasley guiltily when her son Ron had complained about the maroon sweater that she had sent for the holidays.

Yeah right, then why does Bill get black when he looks like me almost?

My rat was an animagus, the Dark Lord is alive, things that people want to ignore but are there.

"Go Harry! Knock the git off his broom!" Hagrid yelled when Draco swerved past Harry at a break neck speed heading for the opposite end of the field. Harry, though disoriented for a moment with Draco dashing in front of him, leaned against the smooth wood of his firebolt blazing after the speck of gold.

Near all Griffindor's were cheering by then, even me but... my heart wasn't in it.

No one wants to be beaten, no one wants to be told they weren't good enough, and no one wants to be the bottom when there's so big of a place to go up.

When I watch Harry... I want to be the one out there...

Raining again...

But I'm just Ron, Ron Weasley, son of Arnold Weasley, lifelong enemy to one Draco Malfoy. Graphite compared to diamond that Harry was.

Draco offered Harry his friendship once, but he didn't even spare a second look at me.

The sun shines through, the sun is white, the rain is going to stop, all a fact of life.

I'm a boy, a boy named Ron Weasley, not yet a man and still not good enough. The fact never changes because I'm Ron Weasley, I'll be forgotten while Harry lives on, I'm just a Weasley and that's why nothing changes.

The sky is white, Pig is small, Neville doesn't put out the candlelight, Seamus sleep walks and everything is normal.