Harry Potter- Ron
Ron hadn’t been to the Burrow in months; adulthood has a way of waylaying your most sincere promises to visit. He was somehow surprised to find it dark and dusty. This death thing must be quite serious if it kept even mum from proper housekeeping. Ginny sent him to work upstairs while she packed up the kitchen. She probably wanted to be alone right now. He found the trunk in the attic. His old Christmas sweaters were folded neatly under Percy’s school robes and Charlie’s Quidditch uniform. He felt the sob choking him as it rose from his chest. Maroon.