"Sod off," said Ron.
The man looked offended, his daughter simply looked confused. Ron wondered why she was confused; it wasn't so complicated after all. Her father had asked him to budge from the section of wall between platforms nine and ten, and he had refused.
It didn't matter anyway, for his train was ready for boarding. He got in and read the newspaper on the way home. When he got back to his house he made a cup of tea and went to bed.
Ron was a muggle.
