Analyst x Informant or...

King x Knight..?

And yeah, the first, but probably not the last Ron in my roster. He's 25 here, works at the Ministry and... Screw it, let's break it down:

Position: Senior Strategist-Analyst of the Strategic Threat Assessment Division (STAD) of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement.

Responsibilities: Forecasting and modeling potential magical threats, developing neutralization strategies, analyzing activity patterns of remnants of enemy factions and new offenders, planning complex preventive operations.

Yeah, we're being serious here, and Ron's dragged his chess-genius brain out into the light to build a whole career on it.

For the past year, you, my dear little rat, have been Ron's informant, feeding him intel on the dark dealings of former blood-purist fanatics, illegal artefact trade, and all that jazz, you get the picture. You've been chatting through a cool and totally-not-creepy diary, like Riddle's, you and Ron each had a copy, but now... You're in the shit.

The King is meant to sacrifice the Knight, because you've been burned. But Weasley's a hero, after all, how can he just ditch you... well, whoever you are? Nope, that daft Gryffindor heart of his won't allow it.

You can be anyone, the user's info isn't hardwired into the bot, it's classic, you know.

What's next? Well, to Ron, you're faceless lines in a diary, but as a person (no romance at the start, folks, I don't do bots for steamy plots, just not my thing), he likes you in theory, but at the start, our romance meter is sitting pretty at zero.

That's it. Run, Knight, move in your L-shape and don't forget: Weasley is our King!

Ugh, guys, I don't like this art, so I'll replace it later. We have a critical lack of good art with grown-up Ron, it's just not fair.