Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the game Twister.
A/N: I don't know how I came up with this idea. This shows two things: That I have a lot of time on my hands, and that I like torturing fictional characters.
Later that night, Harry and Ron were in the Gryffindor Common room, playing a good game of Wizard's Chess.
"Ron! You beat me again!" whined Harry. Ron grinned.
Just then, Hermione strode towards them with a box in her hands. She was grinning in an evil sort of way, which frightened Ron a bit. She nodded to Harry; and he came over, also grinning devilishly.
"This," said Harry. "is Twister." He opened the box and pulled out a mat, with blue, yellow, red, and green circles on it. Ron just stared, with a very confused expression on his face. Harry then brought out the spinner. Hermione and Harry then explained to Ron how to play the game.
"That's easy!" Ron scoffed. Hermione and Harry sniggered.
"Ok Ron, you go first."
"Fine, I will. And I will be better than either of you two." He bragged, while sticking his tongue out at them. He flicked the spinner. "Right hand, green. Told you this was easy." Not 5 minutes later, they were rushing to the hospital wing.
"OWWWWWWW!" howled Ron. He was spewing blood out of his nose, and it was quite crooked. "I dink I bwoke my nose!"
"Come on, Ron. Don't be a crybaby. It's not that hard a game, huh?" teased Hermione.
"OWWW!" was Ron's only reply.
And this, my readers (thank you! I think this fic is horrible) is why Ron (and Joey, one of my peeps) should not play the game twister.