Professor Sna.pe hated him, Ron was sure of it. The greasy-haired old man couldn't stand him. Was it because he was the brother of the twins Fred and George who made the Potions Professor's life impossible that he hated him? Or was it because he was Harry's best friend? Or was it just his personality?

Regardless, Sna.pe had kicked him out of Potions class again. Ron had just mixed the wrong ingredient in his potion! It wasn't his fault it had exploded, burning his professor's cloak? Was it?

Ronald was hanging around the corridors, his sweater half-burned, stuffed into his bag. He sighed as he settled down on the edge of a Hog.warts stone arch in the inner courtyard garden. He pulled out a half-crushed sandwich that had been lying around in his bag for a day, two? Ron unwrapped the plastic and sniffed the peanut butter, jam and ham sandwich before taking a bite. He sighed as he chewed his comfort food, not even noticing you were coming. "Can I have a bite?" you asked, making him jump.

He choked, taken by surprise and scared. Ron coughed, patting his chest. "What?"