Chapter 36:
Neville, in a fit of bravery, stood. "Listen Ron, I think it's best if you just go," he said.
Ron seemed to make another leap in logic and suddenly turned to Neville, his red face matching his hair.
"You! This is all your fault! If you hadn't stolen Harry from me, he would be in Gryffindor!" Ron shouted.
Neville took a step back at the menacing tone Ron used. "That doesn't make any sense," the blond boy said, adopting a look of confusion.
"Yes, it does! This is all your fault!" Ron shouted, the look on his face turning from rage to triumph. "I challenge you to a wizard's duel - midnight in the trophy room!"
Before Neville could even reply, the redhead stalked off.
The rest of the table sat in silence before sudden whispers broke out.
"You're not going to go, are you?"
"A wizard's duel, how exciting!"