Ron was very aware of being looked at as he followed Harry through the rows of headstones back towards the small, dark-looking stone constructions on the far side. There could have been a hundred reasons, he told himself, why someone should be staring at them. Wizards trying to pass for Muggles didn't usually get away with it perfectly, did they? He would just ignore them, hope for the best, and keep going. No one knew they were here, no one knew what they were after. It would be fine.
"There," he said, when the right name leaped out at him from the mausoleum. His heart was beating just a little too fast. He stepped inside cautiously, as though he was expecting something to come jumping out at him from the shadows. It's just a bunch of dead people. And some stolen junk. ... And a little bit of You Know Who, but just a little. He looked for somewhere he might have thought to stash a bunch of unwanted items.