Love
Victor loved many things. He loved his house. It smelled just right, a mix of cooking and fire. He loved his broom, strong and solid it knew what he was thinking before it moved to his hands to steer. He loved his wand, like a childhood blanky he could never imagine it leaving his side. But what he really loved most of all was Ron, his Ron in fact. And he knew that Ron loved him to.
AN: what do you think? I know it's kinda sappy but whatever. I like it.