A/N: Told you I'd be back. Well, I know you are all very much Ron deprived. I'm Ron deprived. We're all Ron deprived! However, Everyone has to wait six weeks for Ron to come back. And then we won't be Ron deprived. (I hate it when I tie my own hands like that and can't get out of it…) The six weeks will go quickly, I promise you, so Ron can get back to being the adorable idiot that he is. (You have to admit, Ron is a bit thick, wonderful guy, but just a bit thick.) I promise…he'll be back.

It was lunch, the first break that they had had since that awful breakfast. Hermione was looking forward to some food. She managed only a few bites of porridge before the nine minutes were up. This time she had a whole hour to eat something. She hadn't realised when she started that they would be on such a military schedule. Ah….the price of keeping Harry out of trouble and alive…

Harry walked in, with, surprisingly enough, two cups of tea. He set one down in front of her.

"It's an 'I'm sorry, I've been thick' drink," said Harry, taking a sip of his own mug.

"I thought you hated tea."

"I don't particularly like it, but I'll drink it when I have to," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "I was being obstinate and argumentative."

"No, just grumpy," said Hermione. "And so was I. I'm sorry, I just feel Ron deprived."

"I think we're both Ron deprived. I could use his sense of humour to lighten up this blistering head ache I have."

(A/N: I'm sorry. Where did that come from? Even the characters are Ron deprived. Everybody's against me…ack!)

"I'm sorry about your head."

"It's alright. You have nothing to be sorry about. I've had worse."

"Like the time when Professor Lockheart took out all the bones in your arm and you had to regrow them?"

"Yeah, that's a good example," said Harry, grinning. "Speaking of Quiddtich…"

"We weren't speaking of Quiddtich."

"I had to regrow all the bones in my arm because of Quiddtich," said Harry, "Guess what? Dad has talked to Dumbledore. I can still be on the team. And we're both getting Quiddtich lessons as part of our training."

"WHAT?" Yelled Hermione.

"Yeah, isn't it great?" said Harry, grinning.

"Harry Potter, if I wasn't trying to help save your life, I would kill you."

~**~

"Charms and Medical Charms are, perhaps, the most useful things for you to know." Said Lily

"You're just biased," said James

"You weren't invited to this class, and if you are going to make snide remarks, you can leave," said Lily acidly.

"I know when I'm not wanted," said James with a sniff.

"For once in his life," Lily muttered.

"I love you, Lily Dearest."

"Shut up and leave," said Lily.

"Aren't you going to say you love me back?" said James, sounding hurt.

Lily pretended to think about it.

"No," she said. "Wingardium Leviosa!"

James hovered about four feet above Lily's head. Lily directed him out the door with her wand, and then shut the door. They heard a thud as James hit the ground.

"You know," said Lily, "I think I need to rephrase my statement about useful charms. Charms and Medical Charms are the most useful thing for you to know. Especially when it comes to getting rid of idiots."

~**~

Dinner was more eventful than either breakfast or lunch. James, Sirius, Remus, and Lily kept things so eventful that Harry barely had time to eat, he was so busy watching.

James, who, apparently, had had his pride hurt when he was dumped outside the charms classroom, decided that revenge would be in order. Lily's plate floated about four feet above her head every time she tried to take a bite of her chicken. So she, in turn, changed James' chicken into a pair of wet mittens, and hovered the platter of chicken above James' head every time he reached for a drumstick.

Sirius, feeling the need to have a little fun, changed Remus' robes to a delicate shade of pale pink, with a large heart in the middle. Sirius, in turn, had robes of flamboyant purple and pink stripes that changed to plaid and back again. Harry found Sirius very hard to look at.

"How dare you insult me," said James, smacking Sirius with a wet mitten.

"What did I do?" asked Sirius, confused, as he attempted to give Remus bunny ears.

"Your robes offend my eyes," said James primly, with a grin.

Sirius, now having been slapped on the face with a wet-mitten-that-used-to-be-chicken for no reason at all, got the reason he needed to give James the bunny ears instead.

"Would you like a carrot?" he asked. James reached up and felt the ears. Sirius promptly got smacked with the wet mitten again.

"Time's up!" yelled Remus. "Sirius, your class now."  Everything immediately changed back into what it was, except for James' bunny ears.

"Sorry, buddy," said Sirius sheepishly, "those take a couple of days to wear off."

James transfigured the chicken back into the wet mittens, and smacked Sirius with one. This stuck to his forehead, and wouldn't, apparently, come off for a few days.

"Ha," said James.

~**~

A/N: I feel I owe you all an apology. I just haven't had time to write, even over Easter break. I'm sorry. I shall endeavour to do better next time.