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"Ronald!"
Ron glanced at Harry in a slightly frightened manner.
"What have I done this time?"
Harry shrugged unhelpfully. Sometimes there really was no way to know what you'd done wrong until Hermione told you.
Hermione stalked into the room, her arms full with orange cat.
"How dare you! You jinxed Crookshanks green!"
"Oh, that. Sorry. He's back to normal though!"
"Oh, that," Hermione imitated him in a high pitched voice that was nothing like Ron's voice, "yes, this, Ronald. I've told you not to jinx Crookshanks! He hasn't done anything-"
"I found his fur all over my bed yesterday! Scabbers was terrified!"
"That's no excuse! Have I ever jinxed Scabbers when I found him nibbling at my notes? No!"
"But that's doing no harm! Scabbers was so terrified, he never left my pocket the entire day!"
"No harm? I had to rewrite the entire parchment of Transfiguration notes! We'll see how much harm he causes the next time you need help in Transfiguration, won't we?" Hermione stalked off.
"Scabbers had only nibbled a bit off the edge. She's making a mountain out of a molehill," Ron groaned.
Harry nodded in agreement, still a bit wide-eyed, and grateful he owned an owl and not a cat or toad, as his other options had been.
"Do you think she was serious about not helping me with Transfiguration, though? I really do need her help. I don't think mum will be too happy with me if I get a Troll, or even a Dreadful, in Transfiguration."
"I think she was serious about that. She sounded really annoyed. Good luck with your apology, mate."
Ron groaned.