Weasley is our King...

Ron sighed. He needed a bath after that horrible Quidditch practice. He understood that Harry was angry after the whole Love Potion incident, but he didn't need to take it out on them!!

It was bullshit.

Ron just wanted a long, hot bubble bath. And then some chocolate. Maybe then he'd feel up to talking to Hermione.

Ron was sitting on his bed, waiting for Harry. His best friend had told him he needed to talk to him. Harry had been blushing and stuttering while he said it.

What was Harry so nervous about? Ron was worried about him. He had come back from his detention with Snape flushed and angry looking. He had stayed in the shower for over an hour.

Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

Ron was in the at his usual table near the back, behind some shelves. He wasn't sure where Harry was. He was probably doing some work in the dorms.

He wish Hermione would come along, because he needed some major help with his Transfiguration homework.

What is the theory behind transfiguring yourself into an inanimate object?

How the bloody hell was he supposed to know?

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Post--Journal
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I'm very bored. I can't sleep, no one's around to play Quidditch with, I'm sick of playing chess by myself, and I'm not very hungry. I'm putting off my homework in hopes that someone can find me something better to do.

I'm sorry about last night, Hermione. You do too. You love it.

Maybe I will get some food.

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Post: Journal

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I finally found this thing at the bottom of my trunk...

Took me long enough. I'm surprised it didn't break under the piles of crap it was under.

Now I'm bored.