"I'm just saying, Harry, don't you think Cho Chang is way out of your league?" Ron was pondering, lying on his bed as he looked to the ceiling. Harry just sighed and suppressed banging his head against the wall.

Another Ron Weasley pep-talk... If you could actually call it that.

"'Cause she is, like, so popular and so pretty. And I know you're 'the famous Harry Potter', and all that... but, I dunno." The ginger boy turned to look at his best friend but he was no longer sitting there on his own bed.

"Harry?"

"Waddiwasi."

"What did you just say?" Ron raised a brow when he saw his friend standing at the foot of his bed. Before he could answer Ron's question, about one hundred shoes scattered from all over the dormitory launced into the air and thwacked him on the head.

"OUCH, HARRY, WHAT THE HELL?!"

"Please shut up about Cho Chang, and let me go to bed." Harry took off his glasses and placed them on his bed side table, then lounged onto the bed. Ronald was staring, bewildered, at his friend's actions.

"Merlin. No need for violence..."