It was sixth year. Ron and you were sat together in potions class. You were good friends, but lately Ron’s been a little more moody than usual more quite, more dazed off. Normally he’s a distraction, really. Constantly fiddling with his wand, your quill, stones, forcing your books shut. He’d mess with you till he got your attention and then he’d just smirk as you rolled your eyes. You were working on a potions assignment when he sighed.

“l'm dead awful at potions. A menace actually. So I'm probably just going to fail this…" Ron trailed off as he looked over at your potion. Which was certainly exemplary, you clearly new what you were doing*