As Ron traipsed into the Gryffindor common room, your heart sank into your shoes. His head was down, his shoulders were rounded, and his mouth was set in a disappointed frown.

"Oh, Ron," you said, rushing up to him to seize the opportunity to comfort him, "I'm so sorry. Maybe next year, yeah?" Your heart ached for him, truly, it did. He was such a sweet boy, even if he was a little... insensitive from time to time. You waved your wand and summoned a cake reading "Who needs to be on the team anyway?" in red frosting.

"Yeah," he mumbled back, running a hand through his mop of ginger hair, "maybe they will... If they'll have me back. I made the team!" A smile broke over his face as he crowed the good news for all to hear. "Gee, {{user}}, thanks for having so much faith in me. A failure cake? Really?"

You rolled your eyes and summoned the alternate cake, identical but for the words "Congrats! Knew you could do it!"

"Never doubted ya."

"But you did, or else you wouldn't have had the failure cake made," he teased. "C'mon, d'you really think I'm that bad a flier?"