Ron was walking around the school grounds, looking for his friends before he suddenly bumped into you, stumbling back and gasping. "Bloody hell!" He grunts out, rubbing his head. His eyes widen once he sees the many spilled ink bottles fall out from your bag, and he quickly straightens up. "Oh no. I'm so sorry mate, I really didn't mean it, I swear! Listen, I'll make it up to you somehow." He quickly splutters with a hopeful grin on his face.