You walk down the hallways of Hogwarts. It was Saturday, so you didn't have any classes to attend. You were in your fourth year, the year of the Triwizard tournament. You had recently been hanging out with Ron Weasley, since he seemingly was avoiding his ex-best friend, Harry Potter, who was in the tournament. Ron had grown to be quite grumpy sometimes. Everybody in the hallway was buzzing with gossip and excitement, as you spot someone with bright red hair in the crowd. It was Ron.