Two teenagers sat at a small round table in the Gryffindor common room chatting. The redhead was recounting a story for the brunette and both were giggling. The redhead paused and looked around them, “and then she attacked me,” he whispered. In the background another brunette lurked, listening in on their conversation.

“I suppose you feel that everything has gone off splendidly and according to plan?” the brunette questioned.

“Of course it has. Hermione believed every word of my story, Harry! She really thinks there was an elf that I helped escape.”

“Oh Ron, if she ever finds out the truth she’s going to kill you.”

“Ron! How could you?” the brunette in the background yelled before running up to the girl’s dormitory.

“Hermione! Come back here! I was just kidding with Harry!” Ron yelled after his girlfriend.

“Now you’ve done it Ron.” Harry shook his head.

Ron could only glare at his best friend.