Ron lay spread eagle on his back on his bed, his feet dangling off the edge of the mattress. 3 classes, that was it, he only had 3 a week and already he was exhausted. How had he ever survived his O.W.L year at Hogwarts let alone gone to N.E.W.T?

Oh, he thought. Hermione. That was how.

Pig was hooting around the room, excited aparently that Ron had the weekend free, and Ron ignored him, one arm over his face.

Uh, this is Ron. Not real sure yet how these bloody fellytones work, but leave a message anyway and if I don't get back to you, well - er - I'll ...send Pig.