I know, I know. School started again, which means my teachers are making up for the homework-free week we had by bombarding us with work. :(
While I finish writing this chapter, I decided to give you a teeny tiny sneak peek. It's really tiny, but please enjoy it!
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As Ron entered the Gryffindor common room he was greeted with a crowded room full of children yelling and trying to talk over each other.
Hey, Ron. I need to talk to you." Harry said in a way that sounded like he was expecting to be hit across the face. "In our room."
Ron let Harry lead him up to their dormitory without question, but once the door was closed and they were both sitting, he asked the question Harry knew was coming.
"What was that about?" Ron didn't sound mad, just confused as he sat on his four-poster, rubbing his wrist "I'm pretty sure that's going to bruise" he said in mock anger, but as Harry told him what he had to say, Ron's smiling face slowly disappeared.
"YOU DID WHAT?"