"Huh. Neat."

"Does mean it'll take forever for us to learn to teleport though."

"There is," she points out, "a lot of cool stuff to learn in the meantime."

"Well, yes, but—okay imagine someone gives you a table full of sweets and cake, and then they point at one specific cake and say you're allowed to eat anything but that. How would you feel?"

"...Like I was happy to have cakes and sweets? Perhaps I would feel differently if I had had a childhood with the normal amount of those, instead of 'whatever I could sneak off with out of the largesse my aunt and uncle provided my cousin with'."

"...yikes."

"Why did you have to do that?"

"Because my aunt and uncle never wanted me. I was dumped on their doorstep as a baby and they took me in out of obligation and spent my entire childhood rearranging my life to minimize the inconvenience my existence caused them."

"...wow."

"...that sounds awful. Is there no way to—find someone else to live with? Maybe you could ask Professor McGonagall..."

"I should probably do that."

"Do you want company?"

"Not especially."

"Okay."

Shrug. "It's not a sensitive subject, things've always been this way."

She nods. "My father was also an asshole but mum was okay and we moved away from him."

"That's good."

"You know, if you wanted to move away we could probably find somewhere in our place..."

"Really?"

"Yeah, we have rooms, and now that Charlie's moved you could probably fit."

"Gosh."

She seems deeply moved by this offer.

Ron beams.

"I'd have to check with Mum... But I'm sure she'd be fine with it."

"Wow!"

Well now he's feeling all happy and warm and stuff.