Warnings: Swearing.

Written for Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

House: Thunderbird.

Class/Task Number: Apparition. 4. Splinching: rushing to do/complete something

Bonus Prompts:

(Dialogue) No one asked you to prove Murphy's law.

(Character) Ron Weasley

Word Count: 1915/4500

Ron's Misfortune

The day had started off well enough for Ron, but it soon went downhill when he was reminded of his Divination homework.

Ron had many things on his mind but the Divination homework he had been procrastinating about was way, way down on his list.

He was busy thinking about the Quidditch match they had seen a few days ago when Neville hurried up to him.

"Ron, have you finished your Divination homework?" Neville asked as he sat down on the couch beside him.

"What Divination homework?" Ron asked, bewildered, a steaming cup of tea in his hand.

He absentmindedly wondered why it tasted a bit off but didn't think much about it.

"You had to write about Aleuromancy and how you can divine the future by using it!" Neville cried.

"What the hell is Aleuromancy?" Ron blurted out.

"Ron!" Neville gasped loudly.

"What's wrong, Neville?" Hermione asked as she walked into the common room.

"Ron forgot to do his Divination homework and he doesn't even know what Aleuromancy is!" Neville exclaimed.

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "It's when you look for the future by writing fortune cookies, Ron."

"How do you know that? You don't take Divination!" Ron exclaimed.

"It's a Greek word, Ron. Aleuro means wheat and mancy means Divination," Hermione replied as she walked off.

"We've got a Divination class in three hours, Ron," Neville said.

Ron groaned but immediately shot to his feet.

"Where's Harry? Did he do his work?" Ron asked Neville.

"He's got the other project, remember? He's supposed to work on Apantomancy," Neville said as he watched Ron panic.

"I'm not going to ask what's that because I don't care. Who else can let me copy their work?" Ron questioned.

"No one, because only you were given this topic. Everyone had different topics," Neville replied.

"Shit! Fine, I'll start working now. It'll be done soon," he said to Neville.

But as hard as he tried, he wasn't able to finish his work at all.

Everything went wrong for him the moment he decided to work on his homework.

He rushed up the stairs to find his book but was unable to.

He stopped Dean and asked him, "Hey, have you seen my Divination book?"

Dean thought for a few moments and replied, "Oh, yeah! It's with Seamus—he didn't have his book so he borrowed yours."

Ron said, "Okay, give me yours. I'll give it back to you later."

"Sure, mate, hold on," Dean said as he checked his bag and pulled out his Divination textbook.

"Thanks!" Ron exclaimed before he hurried down the stairs.

It was then that everything went wrong for Ron Weasley.

Hermione had always nagged him about tying his shoelaces. But he had never listened to her.

And he instantly regretted it when he tripped over his untied laces on the top of the stairs.

His heart skipped a beat and his arms flailed wildly around as he nosedived to the ground.

"Oh, Merlin's bollocks!" Ron roared as he clutched onto his bloodied face.

"Are you okay?" Dean rushed down after him.

"Does it look like I'm okay?! Merlin's beard, it hurts so bad!" Ron sobbed as he curled up in agony.

"I'll take you to the infirmary," Dean said and helped him up.

As Dean helped Ron hobble down to the infirmary, Ron hoped his injuries were enough to let him bunk class.

But it wasn't in his luck.

Madam Pomfrey healed him in a few minutes and sent him off.

He started to walk towards the Gryffindor tower, his mind on his Divination homework.

Professor Trelawney didn't look like much but she would give him detention—which was not something Ron wanted as they had a Quidditch match soon.

A few corridors down from the Gryffindor dorms, he caught sight of Lavender Brown.

As he turned his head to gape at her, he tripped over his still-untied shoelaces and fell face-first straight into a suit of armour.

The two of them went down with loud clangs and thuds, their limbs tangled within Ron's robes.

"What is wrong with me?!" Ron roared as he shoved the irritated suit of armour away.

"Stop staring at the girls!" the armour snapped at him and stood up straight.

Ron grimaced as he rubbed his elbow. He would definitely have a bruise soon.

He angrily rushed into the common room and started to search for parchment to write upon.

"Hey, Jones, could you give me a quill?" Ron called out to a fourth-year student.

The boy handed him a quill and went back to his homework.

Ron opened his bag, but to his disbelief, Dean's book had disappeared.

"I'm going to—" he added in a few creative swears at the end which shocked the younger students in the common room.

"Ron, where were you?! We've got Care of Magical Creatures in ten minutes!" Hermione cried out as she rushed in.

"Merlin, Mione, I need to work on my Divination homework!" Ron yelled as she tried to drag him away.

"It's your own fault for not finishing it already," Hermione said with a roll of her eyes.

"Can't I skip CoMC today?" Ron grumbled but followed her out.

"No, let's go," Hermione barked as she dragged him down the stairs and out of the castle.

Ron nervously shifted from side to side as he listened to Hagrid lecture them about the not-so-dangerous creatures they were learning about.

The class was on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest. The Hippogriffs lazily walked around and munched on small flies and insects that buzzed around their heads.

Merlin, when would the class be over? He needed to finish his Divination homework. He only had an hour and a half to complete it.

When Hagrid asked Ron to come over and inspect the creature they were studying that day, Ron stepped forward with a dead guinea pig in his hand.

Just then, out of nowhere, a red kite swooped down, dropped its faeces on Ron's head and stole the guinea pig from his hand before it flew away.

Ron shrieked and stumbled backwards straight into a pile of Hippogriff dung.

"Ugh!"

"Eww!"

"That's disgusting!"

His classmates grimaced and covered their noses with their hands as Ron glanced down at his feet.

Panic rose inside his chest.

All he wanted to do was work on his Divination homework, but it seemed like the whole world was out to get him.

Hermione rushed over to him and cleaned him up with a strong Scorgify and Tergeo, but it wasn't enough. He still smelled like the two creatures' dung.

"Come on, Ron, let's get you cleaned up properly," Harry said despite the huge grin on his face.

Harry and Hermione quickly walked off with him after Hagrid excused them.

They reached the Prefects' bathroom and Hermione and Harry waited outside for him as he took a quick shower.

Ron started to pull on his trousers and tragedy struck again.

"Fuck!" Ron's furious roar startled his best friends and they rushed into the bathroom, their wands held aloft in case of any danger.

"Mione! Get out!" Ron yelled as he lay curled on the floor, his trousers unzipped.

Hermione quickly turned around and clenched her eyes shut, but Harry burst into peals of laughter.

He could see the reason behind Ron's terrified scream.

Ron's appendage was stuck in the fly of his trousers.

"Merlin, why is everything going wrong for me today?!" Ron sobbed as Harry helped him sit upright and zip his trousers.

"What do you mean?" Harry asked as the tears streamed down his face.

"First, I fell down the stairs, then I fell into a suit of armour, then I lost Dean's Divination textbook, and then the bloody bird crapped on me and I stepped into Hippogriff dung! And now this! Everything hurts, Harry!" Ron wailed and threw his arms around Harry's shoulders.

Harry tried to muffle his laughter but couldn't stop himself.

"Laugh at my pain, Harry. What a wonderful friend you are," Ron grumbled as he shoved Harry away.

"No one asked you to prove Murphy's law, Ron," Hermione said, amused as she shook her head.

"Who is this Murphy and why would I prove something of his?" Ron scowled.

"Murphy's law states that anything that can go wrong will go wrong," Harry explained.

"Yes, no one asked me to prove that but here I am—proving it like an arse!" Ron cried, still in pain.

"Come on, Ron, you've still got to do your homework," Hermione said as she helped him stand up.

"This is all because of that Aliromancy thing!" Ron yelled angrily as they walked out of the bathroom.

"Aleuromancy, Ron," Hermione corrected him.

"It's going to kill me!" Ron dramatically yelled as he clutched onto his chest.

"Relax, everything will be alright," Hermione said with a roll of her eyes.

Unfortunately, Ron was adamant on proving Murphy's law.

Just then, Mrs Norris, Filch's cat, jumped out at them from behind a suit of armour.

Ron shrieked loudly and instantly pissed himself.

"Ron!" Hermione gasped and slapped her hand over her face.

"I told you NOTHING will go right for me!" Ron wailed as Harry quickly Vanished the evidence of his terror.

"It's fine, it's fine. Just take a deep breath. There, that's better, right?" Harry instructed Ron gently.

"Yeah, but I'm still worried about my homework…"

"You can do it at lunch. Your class is after it, right?" Hermione asked him.

He nodded and agreed.

But at lunch in the Great Hall, his luck continued to turn into misfortune.

He was halfway through his homework when his quill snapped.

He threw it across the Hall in his rage and jumped to his feet.

All of a sudden, Errol nosedived straight into the pumpkin juice which spilled onto his homework.

"I'm going to kill everyone!" Ron snarled as he shook with suppressed rage.

Before Harry and Hermione could calm him down, Hedwig swooped down and stole the fish from his plate.

"Why did Hedwig just steal my fish?" Ron growled as he glared at the snow-white owl on Harry's shoulder.

"She's only hungry," Harry protested weakly as Hedwig hissed and snapped at Ron's ear.

"Ouch! Leave me alone, you bloody menace!" Ron snarled and batted Hedwig away.

Hedwig bristled at the insult and attacked Ron with her talons.

"Gerroff me! Harry!" Ron yelled as he fell out of his seat.

"Hedwig, no, don't hurt him! He didn't mean it!" Harry cried and pulled Hedwig away.

Hedwig snapped at Harry's finger and flew away in a huff.

"Tergeo!" Ron growled and cleaned the pumpkin juice from his almost-finished homework.

He could taste the victory of finishing his homework. When he was finally done, he burst into loud sobs and hugged Harry and Neville who were seated on either side of him.

"I've done it! It's over! I can finally rest in peace!" Ron cackled as he stood up and rushed out of the hall.

Just then, there was a loud thud as Ron stumbled over the hem of his robes and crashed headfirst into the wall.

"Merlin's saggy—" he was interrupted by Professor McGonagall.

"Mr Weasley! Detention!"

But even the thought of detention couldn't lower his spirits.

He had finally finished the dreaded homework.

"We need to work on improving the potion's results, Gred," George said as he wrote down what he'd seen his little brother go through all day.

"And it needs to be undetectable too. The tea made it a bit noticeable," Fred added thoughtfully.

"Let's try the next batch on Ron next week," George said with a mischievous smirk.

"Agreed."

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