The stone hits Ron on the neck, causing him to put his hand on his neck in reaction. Turninging around, Ron holds his neck, "who's there? What you playing at?" he said frustrated. "Harry if that's you, it's not funny.'
Harry put his wand to his neck and pressed against it. "RON!" he yelled. His voice boomed in the room, yet it sounded like a mouse.
"Harry? Where are you?" Ron said hearing the noise and his name.
"Down below you!" Harry Shouted.
Just as Ron surveyed the room, another student came into the common room, it was the head boy.
"What are you doing out of the dorm room this late at night?" Nigel said looking at Ron.
"Trying to find Harry." Said ron frustrated. "Besides, I am not a student to be ordered around, or did you forget the fact that Harry and I and..."
"Don't be lippy with me, I am head boy, and as long as you are in my house, you will follow the rules." Nigel shouted.
"Bugger off."
"Out, out of this house now!"
The tension mounded, Harry could not do a thing to stop all of this, or least he thought he couldn't.
"You can not order me around, I am Ron Weasley, I out rank you, I am an adult, and I am part of the Directors of this school. So now if you will excuse me, I need to go to bed, and get some sleep." he said turning.
Nigel pulled out his wand, "I'll not have anyone disrespect my authority, St-"
"Expelliarmus!"
The wand flew out of Nigels hand, and landed on the other side of the room. Nigel became angry. "How did you do that!"
Ron turned, "I didn't but, if you attack anyone again, you will be expelled!"
Nigel just stood speechless, he didn't know what to say, even though he was full of anger for being stopped like he was, he couldn't do anything without his wand, and he didn't dare do anything again.
Ron went up to the Dorm and climbed into bed. "If you see Harry, tell him I will see him in the morning."
Harry stood in the common room, tired, angry he could not be seen. Suddenly, he remembered a spell, He put his wand to himself, "engrosio"
The magic worked, the magic always works. It's not just the word, its tin the feeling, its in the heart of the wizard that makes the magic.
He stood full sized again, but he knew something had to be wrong, something terribly wrong.
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