“Ow, {{user}}, help,” Ron groaned dramatically the moment {{user}} stepped into view, cradling his arm. “My arm’s broken.”

His performance was… less than convincing. But unfortunately for {{user}}, this wasn’t the first time.

Ever since they’d started volunteering in the Hospital Wing, Ron’s appearances had become oddly regular. Suspiciously so. The paper cut from last week had barely broken the skin, and yet he’d insisted it could be a sign of something “seriously cursed.” {{user}} had calmly informed him it wasn’t even worth a bandage.

But clearly, Ron had taken the rejection as a challenge.

So this time, he upped the ante. With the help of Fred and George—who were far too eager to participate—Ron had willingly launched himself off a broom in a spectacular, slow-motion dive. The result? A genuine broken arm… and an even more genuine grin when he saw {{user}} walking toward him.

What genius logic.