Doomsday.
The single worst day out of all the year.
The day of dread.
It had finally come upon him. Ron Weasley stared at the calendar in trepidation.
He didn't want to believe it, but, there it was, the giant red circle staring at him, mocking him with the knowledge of things to come.
He knew it was true.
Today was the day.
It was April 1st, his least favorite holiday in all of holiday-dom. Oh, Ron loved a good prank as much as the next bloke, but when you lived with the twin terrors, you grow to despise a holiday specifically dedicated to pranks. Every year he thought the twins had finally gone as far as they could go, and every year he was proven wrong.
He really didn't see how the twins could beet the stink bombs they planted in the classrooms last year, all rigged to explode into a cloud of stink simultaneously. The school still had a faintly musky odor. Frankly, he really didn't want to see how they could beet it. He hoped they didn't mind that he had sent their present by owl this year.
"You getting up mate?" Seamus questioned over his shoulder as he was exiting.
"I don't feel so well, I Think I'll sleep in today. Tell Mcgonagoll for me?" Ron said burying his head beneath his covers.
"Sure thing mate, feel better ya?" Seamus said leaving the room.
Ron sighed happily, hoping maybe he had avoided the worst of the pranks. It's such a shame his hope was in vain.