Not a Very Good Day
You don't care about her. Harry told himself. Ginny is a waste of your time.
Yeah, well, then why are you sitting in a closet floor in the Hogwarts kitchens, eating expired cheese?
Good point.
And so the arguement went. Ginny had dumped him earlier that day when she suspected him of charming her dress robes to have red polka dots all over them. Which brought him to another arguement.
Why does she think it's me? It's probably Fred and George playing a prank!
Well, you did tell her she looked beautiful in polka dots when she brought the robes to you.
So what! She does look beautiful in polka dots!
Well, it's no use worrying about it now. Better get out of this closet. Maybe some pineappple juice will ease the pain?
He got up, brushed the cheese off his robes, and opened the door. Well, he would have opened it, if the door knob hadn't fallen off.
Great. Just what I need. What did I do to deserve this??
You threw Colin's camera in the lake, told Ron "accio" was when you turn your underpants into butterflies, and turned in Hermione's essay with your name on it, and when she asked where it was, you told her she wouldn't need it anyway because Snape was in St. Mungo's having his gluteus minimum removed... all since this morining.
SHUT UP ALREADY!
Now he was mad.
"HELP!" he screamed, like an angry gorilla. "I'M STUCK IN A CLOSET!!"
He started pounding his fists on the door. Not a good idea, because when it finally opened, he fell on the floor.
"Dobby is hearing Mr. Harry Potter sir in need of help, sir. What can Dobby do for you, Mr. Harry Potter, sir?"
"Dobby?" said Harry, still face down on the floor. "Er...help?"
Thirty minutes later Harry was off the floor (though not unbruised), full of pineapple juice and ready to go back to the common room. Just as he was opening the doors, he heard...
"Wait, Mr. Harry Potter sir! Dobby is seeing something on the back of your robes!"
Harry turned around three times before seeing what Dobby was talking about, by which time the entire kitchen was filled with the foul smell of a Dungbomb.
Great. Just great.