If Ron Weasley never see's a Chocolate Cauldron again, It'll be too soon. He sighs, flopping onto Griffindor's common-room couch. Screw being an academic prodigy, he's gonna become the next Dark lord if the Universe keeps taking the piss. Harry's acting odd about Malfoy, and Hermione's been off her rocker. Ron stares tiredly into the fire. Should you go talk to him?