He was just the other Weasley. All summer he had worried about today, sure he had been excited but the fear of not getting in was always in the back of his mind, whispering that he wasn't good enough, that there was a reason his family didn't treat him as anything more than the spare. Ron couldn't deny it to himself but when he held that letter in his hands he had hoped that it would make him different. He didn't know why, all his other siblings had gotten one so why would he make him special. As his dad said, all the Weasley got in.