J.K. Rowling is the dictator of all things Harry Potter.Joe's Note:
Note to self: no more rum and Mt. Dew.
Ron Weasley glared at the black-clad minions of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. They’d interrupted the Hogsmeade weekend and ruined his first date with Susan Bones. Just like they’d ruined his date with Lavender Brown the month before. He was a teenage wizard with typical teenage boy needs, and he was getting really tired of them ruining his chances to get laid. “Come to me, Slytherins!” he bellowed. “I defy you! Come and kneel before Ron! RON!”
One Death Eater leaned out from behind the building he was using for cover. “Avada Kedavra!”
The sickly green spell slammed into Ron and he slowly fell back onto the ground, never to move again.
Groaning, Hermione Granger rubbed her temples. “What… an… idiot…”