Chapter Two
And then they just snapped, Part II
Ron rebels against the uniform.
Ron was sitting in the large leather chair near the fireplace studying for potions, the night before the big potions exam. The fire was on full throttle and there were lots of other students chatting away in the common room.
Ron flipped to the page about a potion that could dye your hair different colors, very advanced, level 5 said the stamp next to the title on the page. As he was reading about the slight differences for red hair and blue hair, he became very hot. He began sweating and pulled at his tie. Ron was sitting there in full Hogwarts uniform. He undid his tie. Then he took off his robes. He thought this would cool him off. He thought again. He started scratching at his sweater.
Ron sprang up from his chair, causing his textbook to fall to the floor with a loud band. He began scratching and pulling at his clothes. He pulled his sweater over his head. He had a bit of trouble getting it off, but before Colin Creevy could help him take it off, he got it off. He thrust the evil sweater into the little kid.
"Who the hell uses polyester! Do you like polyester? I don't like polyester!" he yelled at Colin.
Ron then stopped, stood up and stopped yelling. He had realized that he was standing in the common room yelling, with his button-up shirt, un-buttoned. He was sweating and his hair was no longer brushed down.
Ron walked quickly out of the now very silent common room with his hand in his pockets. When he got up the first couple steps he began to run, taking two steps at a time. He ran into the bathrooms and turned the shower on cold. He stood in the shower with his shirt, pants and shoes on.
He leaned against the shower wall. He was now cooled off and able to think properly again.
He figured he would have to apologize to Colin. He also figured that he'd have to go back down there soon because he needed his book and the rest of his clothes. Perhaps he could morse code Harry from the shower to bring him his stuff. Then he remembered that he didn't know morse code.
This was all the fault of the uniform. He never got hot flashed in his normal clothing. At that moment, Ron decided to save himself from the humiliation of the inevitable repetition of that fiasco.
He, Ronald Weasly, of Gryffindor House, would no longer wear the uniform!
He could argue that it caused him great discomfort, seeing as it was polyester, making him both itchy and ridiculously hot. Not the good hot, the bad hot, the hot that is the opposite of cold… And if that wasn't good enough, then he would argue that it stifled the individuality of the student population! And if they found that oxymoronical, then he would argue that it was unconstitutional!
If they didn't let Ron not wear the uniform, then he would take the detentions, he would take the howlers. Well he might not take the howlers happily. But he was a soldier! He had to suffer for the benefit of the populace! He would be a hero!
"Oooo" said Ron, he liked that idea. He wanted to be a hero. He would be like a revolutionary! Ron grinned to himself. He would take the howlers for that.
Ok so that's it for this one! Just as a quick note, Ron ended up compromising. They changed the sweaters from polyester to cotton. Yah for Ron! It's the thought that counts!