The Weasley's could not afford to send their children to a Wizarding day-school for their early years. It was almost as much as Hogwarts and they needed all of their money plus their scholarships for that school. So the Weasley children were schooled at home by their mum. Their 'classes' were very informal They didn't have homework really and Ron was able to move around frequently. He couldn't stand sitting still too long. Mrs Weasley would often let him out to run about the garden a bit or toss some gnomes to burn off energy.
Hogwarts was a shock to Ron. Every class gave homework every night! Ron's poor hand was so cramped. He swore he wrote more feet of parchment in his first week then in all his time at the Barrow. When was he supposed to find the time for all of it? And that crazy bint Granger kept volunteering to do more of it! Ron just wanted to get out of the castle and into the fresh air, away from the smells of parchment and ink.
Casting spells was alright but it took him a bit to get the hang of it. Mum had tried to teach him some Latin but it was weird trying to pronounce some of the words. Why couldn't they just cast spells in plain old English? None of this foreign mumbo-jumbo.
The social side wasn't much better.
Harry was still friendly but the Patils and Tony were not happy over his comments to Daphne. Which wasn't even fair. He never said anything to Daphne. He was talking to Harry. How was he supposed to know he family was Slytherin? She seemed so nice on the train. When he tried to talk to Parvati in the Gryffindor Common room, she called him a 'gormless git with the brains of a flobber worm." Of course it didn't help that Ron's mouth took over and called her a traitor to Gryffindor for defending a Slytherin. Harry started avoiding him after that.
Daphne was not someone he wanted to think about. She had seemed so nice. How could she be a Snake? It didn't fit with everything he had heard growing up. Ron had been ranting on that one night when Harry got sick of it and said the Hat wanted to put him in Slytherin. Then he asked Ron if that made him evil too.
Ron was shocked to his core. But once again he mouth started before his brain. "Well, of course not. You chose to be here, not with them!" Harry walked away in disgust and wouldn't speak of it again.
Now it was Halloween, two months since arriving at Hogwarts and Ron's frustration and anger were at their peak. He just couldn't take it anymore. And then it all came to a head in Charms class.
"You're saying it wrong," Granger harped in her bossy know-it-all voice. "It's Wing-gar-dium Levi-o-sa, make the 'gar' nice and long."
"You do it then if you're so clever," Ron snarled.1
Then the bushy haired witch rolled up her sleeves and did just that! That this Muggle-born could simply come in here and make all his struggles look effortless was infuriating! But Ron grit his teeth and struggle through the rest of class. What she got on her first try, he took the entire class period.
The sight of the witch asking Flitwick for an extra credit assignment was too much for Ron.
"It's no wonder no one can stand her," he said to Harry as they pushed their way into the crowded corridor, "she's a nightmare, honestly"
Harry bumped into Ron as someone else shoved past the dark-haired boy. Ron recognized the hair as coming from his nemesis.
"I think she heard you," Harry muttered. Ron could see that Harry was not happy about the what Ron had said.
The anger in Ron faltered at Harry's expression. Then he thought about what his mum would say if she had seen what happened. A voice inside told him he was wrong, but he tried to justify it anyway.
"So? She must've noticed she's got no friends," Ron muttered back. Harry just gave him that look again and moved off. Ron tried to follow him but lost the other boy in the crowd.
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Ron was rather quiet the rest of the day. Harry didn't talk to him either although he did allow Ron to sit next to him in classes. The other Gryffindor boys didn't seem to know what happened although from their glares the girls sure did. Ron tried to ignore the fact Granger never showed up for the rest of the day's classes or lunch.
Ron was looking forward to the forgetting the day's problems at the Halloween feast. He was trailing Harry when Parvati approached the Boy-Who-Lived with Lavender in tow. Ron could just hear the conversation.
"Hermione's been crying in the bathroom since after Charms class. She won't come out," Parvati said.
"Yah. I don't like her much but this does seem a bit over the top doesn't it?" Lavender commented in an airy voice.
Parvati shot her friend a glance. "Hermione's been having a hard time of it. I think she's a bit homesick and feels like she doesn't fit in. Weasley seems to have a real talent for chocking things up."
The Great Hall looked fantastic but Ron didn't really notice. He just concentrated on eating and not meeting anyone's eyes.
Ron looked up with a start when the doors to the Great Hall suddenly swung open. Professor Quirrell sprinted in his robe and turban askew and a look of pure terror on his face.
The Defence professor reached the main table and gasped out, "Troll- in the dungeon- thought you ought to know."
Then he sank to the floor in a dead faint.
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