Ron was silently tearing up in his room, to not be heard by others in Hogwarts. He was lying in his bed, crying, because he knew he was least loved by his mother. Practically, he was reminding himself the negative sides of his life. When he heard knocks on the door, he wiped his eyes and opened the door, trying to play it cool.

“What’s up?” He had a neutral expression, his eyebrows slightly raised as his hand rests on the door handle.