Ron Weasley watched boringly as Hermione helped Harry Potter, their best friend, work on his wanding technique. Part of why she was helping him, besides that she loved schoolwork but that she had adored her Mr. Lockhart, who claimed to be a master at taming and handling magical creatures and also being an amazing wizard. Something the two boys would never even try to understand was his persistence and her crush. (She'd once slept with his get-well card under a pillow, and they didn't dare try to comprehend.)
The red-headed boy had nothing to work on, not that he would, and listening to Lockhart go over again and again how extraordinary at fixing up wands (even if he had been off a year because he'd admitted and attempted to erase the memory of Ron and Harry being much braver and smarter than him). Deciding to take up a page in his twin brothers', Fred and George's, handbook, he took her wand from next to her book. Ron, of course, had no idea what to cast, so he peeled open her book of Encantachents.
He started to mutter the words under his breath to release the Pesky Pixies from Lockhart's cage, behind a nearly shut door. Hermione had turned surprisingly, looking at him cautiously, but he had already said the words and they flew out.
She gasped and scolded him well, reminding Ron of his mother who could probably sneer even Lord Voldemort back into hiding. Harry exchanged an incredulous and grateful - he must've been tired of Lockhart's voice as well - with the Weasley. Lockhart, who, already ran out of the classroom, had ordered them to put them back instantly. "A grave detention - will be set for you three! Oh, not you Granger," Hermione was too busy grasping for her wand from Ron to thank him. He had already gone though, so it didn't matter.
"Here, have at it, I just wanted him gone," Ron admitted and Harry cracked a smile with him. The short girl scowled and took the wand from his reach, pointing it up toward a Pixie holding Neville by his hair. "Pesky Pixies truly are pesky," Harry thought aloud. She said the words to a freezing spell and they all stopped, the eight-inch-long blue things stuck in the air, along with Neville still hung by his head.
She glared back at Ron and spoke firmly, "Go ahead, put them away, smart aleck." She pointed at Harry who laughed at their bickering, "You two." He stopped, frowning but nonetheless getting up to help their friend down to the ground.