A/N: I don't own Harry Potter

This is for the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Insane Prompt challenge: 551 – Song – Cell Block Tango

Writing Club December

Assorted Appreciation: 23 - Last Christmas - Alt - write about someone making a change in their life

All Sorts of Space: 4 - Mid - a planet it most likely to survive around the middle of the habitable zone: (genre) angst (that's my habitable zone)

Amber's Attic: 8 - Choking Victim: Write about deliberately trying to offend someone.

Film Festival: 4- (emotion) anger

Lyric Alley: 19

Winter Funfair

Eastern Funfair - Snow Art: Blue – Vindictive, Purple:Persistent,

Word Count: 333

Warning: Character death

She hadn't meant to murder him, not really, but it had been a long day. She was tired, her leg where she'd been hit by a stray curse was throbbing, and all she wanted to do was sit down. She pushed open the door and sighed. Ron was sitting on the sofa, sprawled out, watching the telly she'd bought the couple.

"Hey, 'Mione, can you grab me a drink?" he asked, his mouth full of something. She growled. Why the bloody hell did he have to talk with his mouth full all the time?

"Can you say that without food in your mouth?" she asked glaring at him a little. He mumbled something, but between the crisps and half a slice of pizza she couldn't make out a word of it.

"Seriously, Ron, you talk to me like that one more time," she threatened. He mumbled something that might have been an apology, but the rain of crisp crumbs falling from his lips was more than enough. She had her wand in her hand and his mouth was sealed shut before she even gave a thought to the matter. His eyes bugged out as he gasped for breath. She quickly undid the spell. In all honestly, she hadn't meant to do that, just make him stop talking and spewing half chewed food as he did.

"Better?" she asked. Ron grabbed a handful of crisps, shoved them into his mouth and answered with a mumble. Hermione stared at him. Hadn't he learned anything! The idiot! She waved her wand, screaming at the top of her lungs. She really had had a rough day. Half the spells she used ricocheted across the flat, nearly hitting her. Finally she fell to her knees exhausted. Ron was dead on the couch, having choked on the food he refused to swallow in favor of talking. It really wasn't her fault, besides, she thought, it was bound to happen sooner or later, he really, really did have it coming.