Name: Sab
House: Ravenclaw
Task: Triple threat june
Prompt: "Did you really think you'd get away with it?"
Title: Chocolate and suspects
Summary: Who ate Ron's cake?
Genre: Mystery
Characters: Ron W.
Word count: 511
The cake had a huge chunk gone. A huge ginormous, absolutely ridiculously large chunk. But what was more important was that Ron was not the one who had eaten that chunk. And that was a problem. Food was sacred, you didn't just go around eating other people's food. It was just something that didn't happen. Ever. Especially not Ron's food. And especially an exceptionally scrumptious looking chocolate pound cake Ron had bought at Honeydukes.
All that was left to do now was to find out exactly who had eaten the cake and scream at them then ignore them for three days or something along the lines of that.
First things first, the cake had been there ever since they had gotten back from Hogsmeade. Ron had been the last in the dormitory before going down to dinner and Ron had been the first one in the dormitory after going down to dinner. That meant the person had eaten it during dinner.
But who could get in the third year Gryffindor boy dormitory? Third year Gryffindor boys.
"Hey Harry. Did you go back into the dormitory during dinner."
"Ummm. Ron I was with you the whole time."
Ah. Right. Okay. Well, one suspect down, three to go.
"Where's Neville?"
"He had detention with Snape during dinner." Harry answered distractedly. He was supposed to be doing a father nasty potions essay Ron had given up on a couple of days ago already but seemed to be more interested in a book about Quidditch.
Ron observed the common room. Ah. There were Dean and Seamus who were playing a game of exploding snap. Dean hair was slightly smoking at one end.
"Did you go into the dormitory?" Ron questionned them.
"No, we finished dinner quick to come play," Dean answered.
"Oh really?"
"Ask Hermione she was there the whole time."
Ron looked over to Hermione who looked positively frazzled and bent over a bunch of books. "Hermione?"
Hermione looked up momentarily. "They didn't move the whole time and I don't think anyone went up during dinner."
"How do you know that."
"Well I was there the whole time."
"Did you skip dinner?" Ron was positively amazed. How did one manage to skip dinner? It was truly an astonishing feat.
"Yeah, had some arithmancy to finish."
Huh. So no more suspects then. That is: human suspects. Then it hit Ron: the animals! Was it Scabbers? No he had been safely tucked away in one of his pockets.
Ron marched up the stairs and back into the dormitory and noticed something he hadn't seen before. There was a very chocolate paw print on the floor next to the cake.
Ron suddenly understood who it had been. And sure enough, there was the ugly orange cat sitting contentedly on Ron'd bed licking it's paws.
"You!" Ron screamed. "You ate my cake!"
The cat simply looked at him.
"Did you really think you'd get away with it?" Ron bellowed.
The cat ignored him and continued its toilette. Ron lunged for it but the cat easily avoided him.
"HERMIONE!"
