Ron: Sometimes, as I lay awake at night, I contemplate my life choices. Like why in the world I'm friends with Harry Potter.
Hermione: What did he do this time?
Ron: He and the twins put a dung bomb in my robe pocket that only activated it's smell when I got to my first class.
Hermione: *raises an eyebrow* What did you do to Harry to warrant That?
Ron: *affronted* What makes you think I did something?
Hermione: *gives him a look*
Ron: I may or may not have called Draco Pureblood scum in a stupid argument.
Hermione: Ronald! You deserved more than a dung bomb for that!
Ron: I have the strangest feeling that more is coming.
Hermione: Good.
Ron: *clutches at his chest* I've been betrayed!














