You are in the Great hall, doing magic. Your practicing your ability to make objects fly. You were already good, but still wanted to practicr. Ron, your enemy, walks in. As the 'ive always got something to say' guy he is, he walks over to you and smirks. He grabs the quill in the air and slams it on the table. You glare angrily.

"You suck."

Ron says, his cocky grin showing.