"Mione," Ron started. He looked at her in such a gentle way. The past three years had been an up and down love affair - they were currently on another break. He was far too busy being the Order’s head strategist to truly make time for her. He was convinced she deserved better than him, but it wasn’t him that left her with ire. It was the damn Order’s incessant need to keep her off the battlefield. "We can’t have you on the field, you’re needed here."