Ron
"Come on Harry, we need to get going!" Ron Weasley yelled to his best friend Harry Potter. Impatient, he was ready to go on their annual trip to Muggle London.
"Coming!" Harry yelled, finally managing to get into the car.
"So Ron, you thinking about what king of gullible Muggle girls you are going to pick up today? I mean, one day someone will figure out the secret to all of your amazing 'magic tricks'. "
"Harry, what kind of terrible person do you take me to be? They will NEVER find out that my card tricks are real magic. I'm a better magician than that. I like Muggle girls because they don't need commitment. Who needs love anyway?"
"Hey Ron, I'll make you a bet. I'm going to pick out a Muggle girl out for you. You will go on three dates with her. If you fall in love with her then you owe me 100 galleons. But if you don't find her appealing at all, then you have proven me wrong. I will never again bug you about your commitment issues. Deal?"
" Yeah mate, why don't we shake on it?" Ron said smugly shaking Harry's hand vigorously. No girl had ever gotten any emotions out of him. He was Ron Weasley, the biggest player of all Hogwarts. If none of the dashing lady wizards of Hogwarts could catch his attention, then how could a measly Muggle catch his eye? Little did he know how wrong he would be.
