"Ron! Ron!" Harry burst into the room, making Ron jump for he had been in perfect serenity as he contemplated life... again.
"What is it?" Ron grumbled, taking off the rather uncomfortable turban he had been wearing.
"Hermione's back!" he said excitedly, "And so is Voldemort, and they brought Victor Krum and some club-dancer named Mandy!"
"Oh shit," Ron swore, "That stupid turban pulled a muscle in my neck!"
"C'mon, c'mon, Hermione is looking for you!"
"Oh, go snog your boyfriend in a closet and leave me alone," Ron grumbled.
"Okay!" Harry said and ran off.
"Ron! Ron! I'm back!" Hermione ran screaming up the staircase.
"And I'm dumping you for Victor Krum!"
"You're what?" Ron asked.
"Dumping you, I decided I liked Victor better, hey Victor, will you be my boyfriend," Hermione asked, turning toward the famous Bulgarian quidditch player that had followed her up the stairs.
"Gladly," Victor replied. There was silence.
"Okay, we've done that, now what?" Mandy asked.