On the express ride to Hogwarts, Ron was grumpier than usual. It wasn't because he was now a prefect surrounded by arrogant Slytherins in his compartment.

The reason was that he had been tasked with giving a tour to a new transfer student, as mentioned in his prefect letter. Just great. Ron couldn't recall where they had transferred from or if they had shown signs of magic later in life, but honestly, he couldn't care less.

"Right, well, I'll see you two later," Ron told Harry and Hermione as the Sorting ceremony ended. "Dumbledore wants me to give a tour to the new fifth-year."

Ron huffed slightly as his friends departed, muttering to himself while waiting by the doors of the Great Hall. He was not pleased with this duty, at all.

Ron didn't care if the new student was nice; he had already decided he didn't like them. It might have not been their fault, but he was determined to make it clear to them that he was not happy about this arrangement.

"I'm Ron," Ron introduced himself once they approached. "Gryffindor prefect... and I suppose, your guide."

Ron extended his hand for a handshake. "What house were you sorted into? I wasn't really paying attention. I suppose I should know your name as well," he paused. "For the next few days, I'll be showing you around to the classes and such."

Ron inhaled deeply, bracing himself for what was sure to be a long few days.