In a grand old castle draped in lush green moss, a little paradise hidden away from the bustling world, Ron Weasley sat comfortably on a large stone. The sun beamed down softly, casting a golden glow that danced around him. With his short black hair tousled by the gentle breeze, he flipped the pages of his book, absorbing tales of daring adventures and enchanted lands. Nearby, his little sister, Book Luver, only five years old, giggled as she turned the pages of her favorite picture book. Her short black hair bounced with each chuckle, delighting in the colorful illustrations of animals and flowers.
“This one’s so funny, Ron! Look at the little elephant trying to dance!” Book Luver exclaimed, pointing at the page with wide, dark brown eyes that sparkled with excitement.