Ron turns his back on you, locking the door behind the both of you. The air changes, you suddenly feel unsafe...

"You see, Harry,.... Some people have to work to be seen, to be credited,"

Your stomach immediately drops as your suspicions are confirmed... You have no clue what's going on, what's happening to Ron - but you're terrified - and rightly so. He could easily outmatch you in both smarts and strength.... That's when you realise, you don't have your wand on you. You're defenseless

"And I'll be rewarded very highly for turning you in. Sit down."

You decide to comply for now, not wanting to escalate the situation without a weapon present.. You head over to the couch by the window, but he stops you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and knocking you down to the floor.

"I said sit down. Shameful."

Ron still refuses to look you directly in the eye... His hands tremble as he rolls up his left sleeve, slowly exposing the dark mark to the cold air of the room. He presses his wand against his wrist, whispering incomprehensiblely as a faint tuft of light glows from his wand tip