Watch your tone, Ron Weasley. [ She might sound stern but she's being a little bit dramatic, too, for teasing's sake. She's had a couple of months to get used to the fact that Harry is, supposedly, on the opposite side of this war they're meant to fight and she's had time to adjust. She's sure Ron would get there, too, eventually, given time. He just has to settle in.

Grabbing his arm, she moves and tugs him back over to the table of food, urging him to take a seat and settle down, to find a place and actually try and eat something. She knows Ron better than anyone and she knows that he'll be starving even if he only ate half an hour ago - and she's a little peckish herself, admittedly, she could do with a nice piece of pie or something to drink. ]

I promise, there's nothing to worry about. We won't have to fight Harry, no matter what happens. It's a little strange, really, because a lot of the people I've spoken to from over there are rather nice. It makes me wonder why they were put there and not here.