The next day, Ron and Harry were sat at a table trying to start their potions homework.

'How much have you written so far?' asked Ron

'The title.' Harry replied.

'Oh, screw this.' Whined Ron as he slammed his quill on the table 'I'm just not in the mood for potions. We don't have it tomorrow do we?'

Harry checked his timetable. 'No, history, charms, transfiguration, divination then defence against the dark arts.'

'Woopie!' cried Ron sarcastically. 'Do you not think there's something funny about that new professor?'

'Like what?'

'Well, you can hardly say there was nothing wrong with most of the last bunch. And he's too.you know.'

'No.'

'Well, he's just.you know.he's.He's foreign, that what it is!'

'What's that got to do with anything? Look, can we not talk about this any more? I've already been putting up with your jealous moanings for the last two years and I'm pretty sick of it. So if you don't mind, lets change the subject.'

Ron's ears went pink. Jealous! Him? Well, maybe.

'So what do you want to talk about?' he asked.

Harry shrugged.

'You know, we haven't talked about - not since. Well, do you want to talk about it?'

'Not really.'

'Ok.'