A/N: Hey everyone! I hope this lives up to its predecessors. School is hard. As if you guys didn't know that already. Well read up and enjoy. And in case I haven't said this before...Harry Potter and friends are not mine nor are some of the things they say....that is all.

Ficlet Twenty-Five: Sandwiches?

Ron bumped into someone in the hallway. "Oh, I'm sorry," he helped her to her feet.

"It's no problem," she said. "I don't think I know you. I'm Lindsay. Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm Ron Weasley," he said reaching out to shake her hand. "It's nice to meet y-"

"Whatever...make me a sandwich, bitch!"

"What?"

"Hmm?"

Ficlet Twenty-Six: Breathing?

"Quit jeering me, Hermione," Ron whined. "I'm really smart, ya know? You just don't give me a chance."

Hermione stared at him as he looked over a piece of parchment. "Hey Harry," he said holding it out for Harry to see. "What's this word?" He pointed to said word on the parchment.

"Uhhh..." Harry replied, "that's your last name...."

"Oh!"

"Ohmigod!" Hermione screamed. "You are so ignorant! Quit wasting air!"

Ron looked at her like she was crazy. "WHY THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU STILL BREATHING?!?! Hold your breath! When you run out of air, give me a sickle and I'll let you exhale!!"

Ficlet Twenty-Seven: Anomaly? WTF?

Harry sat straight up in bed screaming. "I just dreamed that I was a wizard!" He rolled over and saw Ron staring at him from his bed. "So it's true!!"

"No, Harry," Ron replied.

"What?"

"You are the edipution of an anomaly."

"What?"

"Huh?"

"For serious?" Harry asked rubbing his eyes.

"Naw...I'm just screwing with you. But go back to sleep. You woke me up you dumbass." Ron rolled back over and went to sleep.

A/N: Dudes! I am so sleepy! School should die! And so should Health class. But I can't hate on Health too much...cause that's where I do my writing. Oh well. Loves!