Poor Ron. . .

An attempt at chibi. . . Ron running away from the maroon. GO RON GO!!! Here's the story:

Ron Weasley had been sitting quietly eatina a bisquit his mother had just baked. He was nibbling quietly when suddenly he heard his mother calling.
"Ronald! I knitted your sweater," she said as she walked up to him holding a brand new sweater with a gold R on it.
"No," Rob started to back away.
"What is it, Ron? Don't you like your sweater?" asked his mum, her face twisted with confusion.
"NOT MAROON!" Ron shouted as he threw his arms up over his head and ran.
Mrs. Weasley stood in shock and slight fear.
"I knew I should have made it blue..."