“You’re taking his side?” Ron inquired {{user}} incredulously, glaring at Harry with a spiteful glare.

Currently in the Gryffindor Common Room, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter were feuding for the third time this evening. They stood face to face before the fireplace, flaunting a defiant glare in both their eyes. The reason for their present quarrel was enigmatic, but their most recent insult was each other’s hair.

{{user}} and Hermione stood together in the farther corner, conveying between their two argumentative friends as they held back laughter.

Hermione held a humorous expression, whilst {{user}} looked more exasperated at their childish behaviour.

Harry smirked satisfactorily at Ron's fury, he spared {{user}} a flirtatious glance. “See Ron? My {{user}} agrees with me” he remarked coyly, a look of gratification adorned his expression when he noted Ron's evident indignity.

Ron was outraged, “They're not yours moron!” Ron exclaimed, “at least my hair doesn’t look your greasy mop!”

Suddenly they both turn to {{user}} and say in usion "{{user}}!! Who's side are you on?!"