Ch 50: Moving Images

Ron was sure he would never get used to portkeys that involved crossing so many time zones at once. Despite having left just after breakfast, it was almost tea time by the time they landed in their kitchen back in England. They quickly unpacked, Ron storing the multitude of maple syrup jars he had purchased in a cabinet in the kitchen. Hermione laughed at him, and soon they were ready to floo to the Potters to collect Hugo.

As soon as Ron stepped into the kitchen, he could feel something was off. Hermione hadn't picked up on whatever it was yet. She was still smiling and holding his hand, but Ron saw Harry's expression and knew something was wrong. Ron noticed Harry catch Ginny's eye, then look at where he and Hermione were holding hands and then back at each other with a slight shrug of confusion. Oblivious, Hermione was asking Ginny how Hugo and Lilly did over the weekend. Ginny plastered on a smile Ron knew was fake, and soon Harry said to Ron with a knowing look, "Let me show you something in my study before we hunt down the kids, alright?"

"Yeah, alright," he said. He kissed Hermione quickly, "Be right back." Then with a heavy heart, he followed Harry into the other room to learn about whatever it was that was going on.

He walked into Harry's study and sat down on the leather sofa there, and asked "What's going on? You and Gin are acting like you didn't expect me and Hermione to show up holding hands. You didn't think I would fuck things up that badly in just a weekend did you?"

Harry sighed as he closed the door and cast a silencing spell. "You need to see this," he said as he handed Ron the Daily Prophet from that morning and then sat down heavily at the other end of the sofa.

Ron unfolded the paper, and there on the bottom half of the front page was the headline. "Oh fuck no," he shouted. He scanned the short paragraphs on the front page, and flipped open to the next page where it was to continue. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck," he groaned seeing the pictures there.

The headline read "Weasley's Intercontinental Love Triangle Implodes" by Rita Skeeter. The article went on to explain that the former most eligible wizard in Britain had been dating a woman who had been believed to be a muggle, but now noted that additional information had been uncovered. It said she was really a woman named Ms. Hermione Granger who was actually a witch who lived and worked as a muggle and had a daughter currently at Hogwarts who was not believed to be the child of Mr. Weasely. There was a picture of Ron and Hermione hugging Rose at Platform 9 ¾, but it was at an angle where you couldn't see any part of Rose to identify her. There was a second picture where all you saw was the very tail of her robes getting onto the train while Hermione clearly teared up and turned to Ron for a comforting embrace. Ron tried to remember that moment. He had been pretty sure Hugo was there hugging her too, but they must have edited that out of the image. Then the article went on to say that since Ms. Grangers' daughter had left for school that she had been known to be living with Mr. Weasley outside of marriage or engagement in the home of his late auror partner, Mrs. Fiona Creevey. There were some nasty comments about being disrespectful of the dead that sent Ron over the edge before he was even half way through the article.

Harry just let him vent, and then nodded at him to keep reading. There were several paragraphs that described some bizarre theories as to why his girlfriend still lived as a muggle, including quotes from so called experts Ron was rather sure were made up names. Then the article described how the two had been scheduled for an interview as a couple to "come out" to the public, but when the extremely professional reporter asked if Ms. Granger was a squib, Mr. Weasley became exceptionally violent and had stolen the camera with the lovely images of the couple.

This was followed by a few paragraphs on how Mr. Weasley probably suffered from what muggles referred to as PTSD and was likely mentally and emotionally unstable due to his many violent and traumatic experiences over the years, all of which were supported with quotes from more so called experts and anonymous insiders. Then there was a section on how "insiders" thought the couple might be getting engaged on a romantic weekend in America, but how instead the couple had gotten in a fight at dinner which resulted in Ms. Granger sobbing in the restaurant. Then while still overseas, Mr. Weasley was seen proposing to a young American witch in a museum who seemed overjoyed and said yes. This, naturally, was accompanied by pictures of Hermione crying at dinner, as well pictures of Ron handing a happy and surprised young woman a ring on his knees and finally a picture of the same young woman engulfing him in affectionate embrace. The article concluded that no one knows the name of the mysterious American but that everyone hopes she knows what she is signing up for.

Ron was now pacing the room like a caged lion, and Harry could almost see the steam coming from his now-purple ears. "Of all the fucking – how is that woman is still allowed to write for the damn – I can't believe – I wonder if that – FUCK HARRY!"

"Sorry mate," Harry sighed, at which point a rattling in the desk drawer caught Ron's attention. "Oh, yeah – and that noise you hear in the drawer is the howler from your mum. We went ahead and got it out of your kitchen this morning and boxed it up for you so you wouldn't get it before you saw the paper."

"What am I going to do now?"

"Well, how about you start by telling me what the hell is really happening in those pictures."

"What – these? Ugh. Not you too."

"No, no. Not me too. I am 100% confident that there is a perfectly logical explanation to this otherwise I wouldn't have intercepted that howler. But I swear, Ron, I can't for the life of me imagine how you ended up proposing to some American girl. What is she, like 22?"

"Hah, hah," scoffed Ron. "Shit. No, Harry, we – ugh! We had some serious conversations at dinner one night. I was too stupid, and too caught up in what we were talking about to notice Skeeter – or whoever they had tailing me. She wasn't crying because I was an arsehole or anything, we were just working through some hard stuff. Of course they didn't get the picture of me lovingly comforting her five seconds later. And I am really glad they didn't get the pictures of what else we got up to. FUCK."

"Still doesn't explain the engagement photos," said a slightly concerned yet slightly bemused Harry.

"Well, I mean, Hermione likes museums. Like she really loves all that history stuff, which is why I took her there to begin with. But, I mean, you know me – there is only so much standing around and reading shite about people from hundreds of years ago I can take. So, in two of the museums I just went off and found somewhere to sit in the lobby while she read everything about everything. So, I had been sitting on a bench and actually fell asleep there. And, then there was this silly girl – the girl in the picture – and she was making a fuss and it woke me up. Then she launched into her weird tale about how she had dropped her engagement ring and couldn't find it. Shite – do you think she was a plant? Like maybe she wasn't even engaged to poor Harley."

"Who is Harley?"

"Never mind. Anyway, she's rifling through all her bags of souvenirs looking for some ring, and I thought I saw it on the floor. So I crawled down to reach for it behind this plant and gave it to her. I must have handed it to her before I got up. She was all excited and hugged me. I remember thinking that was odd, but figured it was some American thing. Then I showed her how to size her ring, and she went on her way. Now I don't know if that was even legit or if she was someone that Skeeter bitch paid to set me up. Guess it doesn't really matter."

"Never occurred to you to just accio the damn ring?"

"Uh – well, no. I guess it didn't."

"And what's the tale behind the interview where you stole her camera?"

"Oh, yeah," laughed Ron. Hermione and I were meeting for lunch and Hermione actually saw Skeeter as she was walking to meet me. She texted me a warning. So, I used some disillusionment charms and went out and confronted her and took her camera, broke it and chucked it."

"Good one. That was sure to get you on her good side."

"You know damn well that woman doesn't have a good side."

"Ok. You know I know better than anyone does. So, now what? You have to show Hermione the paper."

"Yeah. I mean, I know she knows the truth so she'll be ok, it's just shite, you know?"

"You told her you accidentally proposed to someone while you were waiting in the museum lobby," Harry asked trying not to laugh.

"I didn't accidentally, ugh. Sod off, Potter. I told her the whole bizarre tale of the ditzy American ring lady. Never occurred to me there would be photos later which could be misinterpreted as an accidental marriage proposal."

"Sorry, sorry," chortled Harry. "But you have to admit, that part is pretty funny."

Ron smacked him upside the back of his head, causing Harry to wince. "No, mate," said Ron, "that is funny."

"Well, as long as Hermione isn't upset you should be ok. You just set your mum right and things will be normal."

"Fuck."

"What?"

"You don't think Rose would see it, do you?"

"Oh. Yeah, hadn't thought of that. She could. A lot of kids there get the paper, and she is definitely one who would probably read it."

"Fuck. But Hugo didn't see it, right?"

"No, no. I would never have let that happen, Ron. I hope you know that."

"Yeah, yeah. I do – sorry – shouldn't have said it that way."

"Ok, I think you should go get the part with Hermione over with."

"Um, actually – let me jot a quick owl off to Neville and see if he'll keep an eye out for Rose and at least tell her it isn't what it looks like at all and we'll either floo call or floo up ourselves or something soon to explain everything to her."

A few minutes later, the two were rejoining the ladies in the kitchen who were admiring the bracelet Ron had given Hermione on their trip. Hermione looked up at him and saw something was wrong.

"What is it?" she asked, her face dropping.

"Remember that woman who tried to photograph us at lunch that day and then you spotted her and I stole her camera?"

"Yeah," Hermione said nervously.

"Well, apparently she was in Salem this weekend too," Ron said as Hermione's face cringed.

"She didn't follow us out on the broom to that orchard did she?" Hermione asked, eyes beginning to bulge wide and panic rising in her throat.

"No – NO. Merlin, no," Ron said hastily as Ginny and Harry tried to suppress their smirks and raised eyebrows.

"Oh, thank God," sighed Hermione.

"No," Ron said. "She has a several pictures that make it look like I broke your heart and then proposed to someone else."

"WHAT?" Hermione shrieked as she grabbed the paper.

She scanned the story, jaw dropping at her name being revealed and details having been discovered. Then she saw the pictures on the inside page and actually started laughing. "That must be the ditsy American you told me about. Really, Ron. I leave you alone for 15 minutes and you go off and propose to the poor thing."

"Hermione, that's not funny."

"Oh come on. Lighten up, Ron. It's at least a little funny," she smirked.

"That's what I said!" declared Harry.

"I don't even know what really happened, and I think it's bloody hilarious," said Ginny as the three of them burst out in uncontrollable laughter. Ron was getting redder by the minute trying to protest, but finally gave up and started giggling a little as well. Drawn by the laughter of the four adults, Hugo and Lilly bounded into the kitchen to see what was going on.

"Hermione! Ron!" Hugo declared as he raced up to them, trying to hug both at the same time. "I missed you two! How was America?"

"Brilliant," said Hermione as she hugged him again. "But I missed you ever so much. We saw one art museum there, and all we could do was talk about how much you would have loved it. Someday we'll have to take you back to see it."

Hugo walked over to Ron, who squeezed him tightly as he stood up, picking Hugo up as well. "I really, really missed you Hugo," he declared as he kissed the little boy's cheek. Hugo beamed and hugged Ron's neck before he was set back down on the floor.

"What was so funny that had all of you laughing before?" asked Lilly.

Ron blanched a moment, and then Hermione started giggle again. "Well, actually – it is pretty funny. There is this crazy writer lady who is always trying to make up stories about how Ron is some heart breaking wizard all the witches fall for. And she takes pictures and then makes up stories about them. And apparently she followed us to Salem."

"That doesn't sound funny at all," said Hugo seriously.

"Well, no, I guess that part isn't. But, they took some pictures and got the real story – which was funny to begin with - so horribly wrong that we couldn't help but laugh."

"Can we see the pictures?" asked Lilly.

"Well, how about Ron and I act out the real story for you and then Harry and Ginny can cut out the pics for us to laugh at, alright? The rest of the writing is just too ridiculous to even go into – but the ring picture…" and with that she started laughing again.

So, with that Harry went to cut out the two ring pictures, smiling that his best friend had been able to find someone who could take the fame nonsense with a grain of salt. When he returned to the kitchen he found Ron down on one knee holding up a rubber band that he was using as a ring to give to Hermione who was pretending to be the American lady. Hugo, Lilly and Ginny were all laughing. And then when Harry showed the pictures from the paper and Hermione explained how the silly writer had thought Ron was proposing to this blond American witch, the kids were hysterical with giggles to the point where Hugo actually fell on the floor with laughter.

Then Harry decided to up the ante and fetched the howler from his study, explaining that Mrs. Weasley was worried the article in the paper was right. They set off the howler in kitchen, which promptly erupted into screeches just inches from Ron's face.

"RONALD WEASLEY," the howler screamed in his mum's voice, "HOW DARE YOU BREAK THAT YOUNG WOMAN'S HEART. YOU HAD FINALLY FOUND THE RIGHT WITCH FOR YOU AFTER ALL THESE YEARS AND YOU BREAK UP WITH HER IN AMERICA OF ALL PLACES. OF ALL THE STUPID, IDIOTIC THINGS YOU COULD POSSIBLY DO YOU PICKED THE ABSOLUTE WORST. I RAISED YOU BETTER THAN THIS. AND WHO, WHO, WHO – SEE - I CAN'T EVEN THINK STRAIGHT YOU HAVE ME SO UPSET. I DON'T KNOW WHO THIS AMERICAN GIRL IS, AND I DON'T FRANKLY CARE TO FIND OUT. YOU FIX THIS RONALD. YOU FIX THIS STRAIGHT AWAY. AND DON'T YOU DARE BRING THAT AMERICAN GIRL TO MY HOME, RONALD. LET ME BE CLEAR SHE IS NOT WELCOME HERE- MOVING IN ON YOU ONLY A DAY AFTER YOUR MESSED UP WITH HERMIONE. HERMIONE IS THE BEST THING THAT HAS EVER HAPPENED TO YOU. AND THE CHILDREN! RONALD, WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?! SHE MIGHT BE ABLE TO DO BETTER THAN YOU BUT YOU WILL NEVER BE ABLE TO DO BETTER THAN HER. JUST A DISGRACE. YOU GO AND GET HER BACK. RIGHT THIS INSTANT. OH. And do get a haircut dear, it's looking quite long in the bangs. Then maybe she'll take you back."

With that, the howler disintegrated into thin air, causing the six people to disintegrate into laughter once again. Hermione was laughing so hard, she fell against the cabinet and had to ease herself to the ground. Soon, Ron had joined her on the floor. She eventually leaned against him, short of breath and holding her side from laughing so hard, her face red from the exertion of it all. While Hugo and the Potters continued to laugh, Ron tucked a curl behind her ear and kissed her forehead. "I love you," he said with a smile.

"Me too," she said back. "Even if you did accidentally propose to an American on our romantic trip away." With that she smirked again, and kissed him more seductively until she caught Hugo pointing at them and pretending to gag at the site.

By the next evening, Ron had been able to clean up the Daily Prophet mess with everyone who mattered to him. He and Hermione had floo'd up to see Rose and explain the real story. Neville had given them both a heads up that she was rather distraught at the paper, and then only partially relieved by Ron's owl later that day. But she truly calmed down once she heard the tale from the two of them in person, and more importantly could see with her own eyes that not only were things fine between the two of them but actually the two seemed closer than ever before. Rose loved seeing the bracelet Ron had given Hermione on their trip, and appreciated the little gifts they had brought her from Salem.

Hermione was chatting with Neville briefly while Ron sat next to Rose for a minute on the couch in Neville's office. "Rose, I am so sorry you have to go through this paparazzi nonsense because of me. But, like I told you before you left for school, it is just part of who I am at this point. I wish I could shake it off, but I haven't been able to do that in the past 20 years, so I don't know that it is even worth the bother anymore."

"It's ok, Ron," she said hugging him. "I knew the story in the paper couldn't be right, because I know you both better than that. But, I just couldn't come up with a story to match the pictures."

"No doubt," laughed Ron. "I couldn't have either. And it took quite a bit of coaxing from your mum to get me to see how funny all of this was. I was too focused on being mad at Skeeter. But then she just gets more of my energy than she ever deserved. As long as your mum knows I love her, and you and Hugo know it – well, and maybe if I can get my mum to back off the howlers a bit – then that is all that matters to me."

"I hope I can be as nonchalant as you and Mum about it. People here at school put the pieces together since they used Mum's name in the story, so now I get all these weird looks and see people whispering in the halls when I go by."

"I'm sorry, Rose. But, well, you can ask Neville – kids did the same to Harry and I when we were here. Skeeter would publish this nonsense about how Harry was crazy or something, and then everyone would scuttle off into whispers. But it sure made it easier to figure out who your real friends were and not waste time on the rest."

"I suppose that's true."

"And your cousins are still being good about it all, right?"

"Yes, well, I haven't seen most of them yet. But Al and Scorp came and sat with me in the library today and told me to have a little faith. And James gave me a big hug this morning and walked with me to breakfast so I wouldn't have to walk in and sit there alone while everyone gossiped."

"So, are Al and this Scorp bloke your best friends here?"

"Yeah, pretty much."

"How is that being in different houses? I mean, I was always with Harry, so I can't really imagine what it must be like to be in a different house than your best mates."

"Well, I do wish they were in Gryffindor sometimes. Or that I was in Slytherin. But, then it really wouldn't suit us to be different than who we are so what good would that do? And Professor Sparrow and Professor Longbottom are both so great that our houses do a lot together. They have us in the library for study periods at the same time and such, so I really get to see the boys a lot."

"Well, good. I know Al's a good kid, and I can't wait to meet this Scorp bloke over Christmas holidays. You'll have to have them both come round at some point, yeah?"

"I'd love that, Ron. Do you – well, have you and Mum talked about the holidays yet? I mean, it will all be different this year without the Creeveys. I just wasn't sure what the plans were, or where we would all be staying. Do you know?"

"Oh, well, no. I don't know. We talked about the fact that we needed to talk about it, but never got any farther than that. What do you want to do?"

"I would really love to do Christmas Eve and Christmas morning with my grandparents like we have always done. And if possible, I would love to be at my own home a little bit. But that might be hard on Hugo. So, we'll have to see what he says. But the rest of the holiday I don't really have a strong feeling about."

"OK. Good to know. I'll talk to your mum, and we'll work it all out and send you the details so you won't worry about it anymore."

"You're the best, Ron."

"I love you, Rose. I am so proud of how you are handling everything in your life this year. It's a lot for anyone to take, but especially at eleven. You are doing a brilliant, brilliant job."

"Thanks, Ron. But, can you do me a favor?"

"Anything, Rose, what is it?"

"Can you try not to propose to anyone else for a few months?" she giggled.

"Smart arse," he laughed as he smacked her face with a pillow, drawing a hoot of laughter from Rose as she doubled over in giggles. The commotion caught the attention of Neville and Hermione. Ron simply shrugged, saying "thinks she's so clever this one. Just like her mum."

Hermione raised an eyebrow at Rose, who was still laughing as Ron tickled her a bit. "I simply asked," she gasped between laughs, "that he try to not to propose to anymore witches for a while."

And with that Hermione and Neville joined in the laughter. Ron finally sighed, "I give up," and threw a pillow at Neville's head, causing little feathers to float into the air. A moment later, Professor McGonagall came into the door and surveyed the scene skeptically.

"Should I even ask?" she said, one eyebrow arched and her lips pursed tightly together.

"Depends on what you would ask, Professor," said Ron, red faced from embarrassment and laughter.

"Why must it always be you, Mr. Weasley?"

"Trust me, Professor, I have been asking myself that exact question for almost thirty years now."

She shook her head and turned to the others in the room. "Are you three alright?"

"Oh yes, Headmistress," said Neville trying to keep a straight face. "We were just discussing other witches Ron could consider accidentally proposing to. You know, maybe Rita Skeeter could be on that list?"

With that, another pillow hit his face, and even McGonagall cracked a smile. "Well. I see you clearly have your house under control, Professor Longbottom. So I will bid you all good day. Oh, and Mr. Weasley?"

"Yes, Professor?" said Ron meekly.

"I suggest you try to be more careful about who you propose to from here on out. Understood?"

"Thank you, Professor, I will do my best," he said through gritted teeth and a fake smile while the other three erupted once again into a fit of giggles as the elderly witch marched herself back out into the corridor.

Ron and Hermione had also gone together to The Burrow to explain everything to his parents. His dad just smiled at it all, but Molly tripped over herself apologizing to them both for her misunderstanding. George thought it was hilarious yet still wanted to punish Skeeter. Then they finally got home where Hermione had received an owl from Sally Sparrow that simply read, "When Neville told me the whole story, I laughed so hard I had to run off to find a loo to keep from wetting my knickers. My sides still hurt from it all. Can't wait to hear what you thought of Salem next time you are up here. -Sally"

Aside from a few evil glares Ron would get from customers at WWW, his life returned to normal within a few days. Eventually, George was tired of the questions and put up a small sign at the check-out counter that read, "Yes, Ron's dating Hermione. Yes, they're still together. Yes, we all adore her. No, they are not engaged. No, he's not engaged to some American. Yes, the real story is hilarious. But, no, we will not tell it to you. Finally - Yes, I will sell you a pygmy puff."

A few weeks later they were well into November, and life had returned to normal. No one seemed to remember the scandal except to tease Ron at any given opportunity. Ron had started teaching his course at the Auror Academy and was thoroughly enjoying it. It was only a few hours a few days a week, but Hermione could sense the new zeal Ron had about his work. That day, they'd gotten a call that Hugo was feeling poorly at school and needed to come home early. Hermione didn't have any meetings or court appearances, so she was able to take off to pick him up early. She hadn't been able to get Hugo to say exactly how he was ill, but his stomach didn't seem to be bothering him, so she had made soup and sandwiches for their supper. Ron had to work late that evening and wouldn't be home for several hours, so she decided they would eat in front of the tele fireplace where it was cozier and Hugo could lay on the sofa. He picked at his food a bit, but she hadn't seen him eat anything.

Finally, she said, "Hugo, did something happen at school today you want to talk about."

He only shrugged in response, and wouldn't meet her eye, which let her know he was very upset. Scooting closer to him, she rubbed his back gently and took a different approach. "You know, I can almost guarantee that you will feel better if you let me know what it is your worried or upset about. Even if I can't fix it, I can assure you it will be easier if you talk about it with someone. And it doesn't have to be me – there are loads of people who love you, you know?"

He sighed, and she could hear him sniffling. "It's just, well, there are four less people who love me than last Christmas, aren't there?"

She instantly felt as if she'd been punched in the gut, and felt the tears swell to her eyes. "No darling. They still love you. Death can't kill love. Especially from a parent or a grandparents. That is the most special magic there is. We might not be able to hug them or hear them tell us they love us anymore. But they absolutely still love you. I think they love all of us, really."

He leaned against her crying softly. "It won't ever be the same, will it? I was doing so good, but in class today our teacher asked us to draw pictures about our family holiday traditions. As I looked at my paper I suddenly thought I was going to pass out or throw up or something. I just had to get out of there. I am sorry I had to make up a story about being poorly."

"Don't be silly, darling, she said rubbing his back. It doesn't sound like you made up anything at all. I would have felt poorly in that situation if it had been me. I think you handled it perfectly. Sometimes we just need to figure out how to get ourselves to a safe space to handle things without having to explain everything to everyone. But, then you also need to remember it really is best to let someone know what is going on. Me, Ron, Rose, someone. It's never a good idea to face these things alone. Grief is a horrible burden. No one should have to carry it by themselves. And you certainly don't have to either."

"Christmas is going to be really hard, Hermione," he said, tears threatening to pool over his eyes again.

"Yes. It is going to be really hard. Pretending otherwise would be silly. But, there will be good things too. Rose will be home, and we will get to enjoy spending time with her. And none of us have ever seen what Molly Weasley can do at Christmas, and I am confident that is a sight to behold."

He chuckled meekly at the thought.

"Have you thought about what you would like to do over the holidays? What would be important to do and what would be important to not do?"

He sighed. Finally he said, "We always spent Christmas Eve with your parents. I'd like to still do that I guess. And maybe we could do something that night to remember all four of them. But Hermione, I don't think I can do Christmas morning here in my house without them. I just don't think I can do it. My grandparents would spend the night, and Mummy and Daddy always made it so special. My grandparents would be down here filming with a camera so they could get the perfect picture of me seeing whatever Mummy and Daddy were pretending was from Father Christmas. And then we'd eat some of my grandmother's amazing muffins with fresh butter from the dairy while we opened presents. And Mummy would always pretend she forgot to get Daddy a present, and then she'd whisper to him she finally remembered and make him hunt for it. And we would just stay in pajamas all day and play with new games and toys. It was perfect. And it can't ever be perfect again like that here."

Hermione hugged him. "No. I suppose it can't. Maybe we could do Christmas Eve and morning at my house. Rose might like to be there some while she's home anyway. We can have my parents over for Christmas Eve and do something special that night to remember and honor them. Maybe in a sweet way and in a fun way too. And then we could do Christmas morning there and then go to The Burrow for whatever madness that holds later in the day. Do you think you could do that?"

"Yeah. I think I could do that."

"Good. You know – I am curious. What is a magical Christmas like, anyway?"

"Well, I don't know any other than what we did. I guess we'll both find out soon enough, huh?"

"That we will. But for tonight let's muggle it up. How about we watch a film?"

"Oh. Could we watch Frozen?"

"Sure, love," she said. And soon the two were curled up together on the couch getting lost in the musical cartoon. She was struck by how much sadness and loss was in the movie while still being cute and funny for kids. That didn't seem lost on Hugo either. But they snuggled together, sang along to the fun songs, and teared up for the sad parts. Ron walked in when they were wiping away tears at the end, and he smiled as he watched them from across the room.