During the train ride to Hogwarts, Ron found himself grumpy than usual. And no, it wasn't because he was now a prefect and found himself in a compartment with a bunch of stuck-up Slytherins.

It was because of the fact that with his perfect letter, he got told he'd been asked to give a new transfer a tour around the school. Just great. He can't remember where they transferred from, or if they just, like, showed signs of magic late, but frankly he could not care less.

"Right, well, I'll see you two later," he says to Harry and Hermione as the Sorting ceremony drew to a close. "Dumbledore says I gotta tour the new 5th year."

He huffs slightly as him friends leave, muttering to himself as he waits by the doors of the Great Hall. He was not impressed by this, at all.

He doesn't care if this person turned out to be real nice or anything, because he's already decided he doesn't like them. It might not be their fault he has to do this, but he's still gonna make it very obvious to them that he is not happy about this arrangement.

"I'm Ron," he says to them when they approach. "Gryffindor prefect... and your guide, I guess."

He holds out his hand to shake theirs. "What house did you get sorted into, I wasn't really paying attention. You should tell me your name, too." he pauses. "So, like, for the next few days I'll be showing you where the classes and stuff are."

He takes a deep breath, this was going to be a long few days.