Ron grunted from his spot on his bed, rubbing his eyes and sighing. It more that blew. Ron was completely depressed. How could they lose after an amazing game like that? Stupid bludger had to knock Harry down. Bloody unfair.
"S'bloody unfair, is what it is. Damn Slytherins looking all smug and stupid." Ron grumbled, heaving himself up to a sitting position on his bed and sliding off to look under it. "Think it's about time for that firewhiskey, eh? Merlin knows I need it." Reaching under his bed, he pulled out a box and then opened it, revealing a brand new bottle of firewhiskey. "Bless you, Charlie." He said, holding up the bottle and walking over to Harry.
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