Ron Weasley sat in the Library, the last place one would expect to find to find him on a weekend morning. He was actually studying, which further compounded the miracle.

He had been absolutely sure he hadn't heard Professor Flitwick say anything about a test on Friday, but then again, Ron hadn't really been listening. He had been watching Lavender Brown twirl her hair around her finger in a severely cute way.

But Hermione had said there was going to be a test and if you couldn't trust Hermione to know these things, who could you trust?

Ron left in search of a book he thought might be important, as it had been mentioned three times in the textbook. When he got back to his seat, he noticed something curious.

On the floor near his table's leg, winking goldly up at him, lay a Galleon. Ron was sure he had not dropped it: on the few occasions that he actually had Galleons, he kept them locked tightly in his trunk in Gryffindor Tower and made sure they were safe at every possible occasion.

Checking over his shoulder that there was no one in sight to have dropped it, Ron bent and picked it up. When his fingers touched the coin, He felt a tug behind his middle and darkness engulfed him.