Ron stared at the Daily Prophet. The scores from the last Cannons match were impossible. They were not the best team in the league, but the others teams had never embarrassed them in such a manner. He felt his stomach flip flop. He considered crying, but what good would his tears do. He hurled a teacup across the kitchen, then yelled for Kreacher to clean up the mess. He sulked for the remainder of the day, refusing to let Harry cheer him up, or do any work on the problem of horcruxes. Harry rolled his eyes and ignored him, wishing Hermione was here to help him bring Ron out of his snit.