Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
England
"Ron, I'm not sure we should go through with this, for once," said Harry haltingly, holding his nose.
"Why not?" Ron was stirring the sickeningly yellow contents of a cauldron with his third broken wand. He, Harry, and Hermione were in the unused girls' bathroom, concocting a potion that would turn the drinker invisible for one hour.
"Why not?" snapped Hermione, finally breaking her brooding silence. "Why not, you dipwad? I'll tell you why not."
"Hermione -"
"Shut up! Ron, with you making the potion, we'll all end up in the infirmary with mogwallops on the insides of our stomachs, or worse! From the -"
"You said I could do this one, you and Harry said!" Ron wailed over her, chin aquiver. "You always get to make the potions and be clever and all that, and Harry gets to fight dragons and You-Know-Who - LET ME FINISH TALKING!" he bellowed as Hermione opened her mouth again angrily. "This once, just this once I'd like to do something other than sit around cheering everyone on and making stupid jokes!"
There was a silence that lasted for about a minute. Finally, Harry sighed, and patted Ron's head indulgently. "Well, we did say he could. And he's gone to a lot of trouble, stealing the ingredients and all that."
Ron's eyes lit up excitedly, mood swinging on a dime. "I - I can keep going?" he squealed, clapping his hands. Harry looked up at Hermione, who sighed gloomily.
"No good will come of this, I can tell," she said darkly. Ron ignored her and commenced throwing random ingredients into the cauldron which was now spewing green foam.
"Well, on the bright side ... er ..." Harry said, eying the liquid which was swiftly becoming a deep purple with orange specks.
"Yes?" glowered Hermione.
"Er, well, I can't think of any bright side, really. Care for a lemon drop?" Hermione threw a pair of frog legs at the wall in response.