Ron stared blankly at the woman who was shouting at them, nearly frozen. The last thing they needed was for anyone to be calling attention to them, even if they were damned well disguised - and someone shouting nonsense in a graveyard was bound to turn a few heads. It didn't click for him that what she was saying was actually perfectly coherent until Harry shouted back to her. He suppressed a groan, and hurried along behind the two of them. He wanted to kick off these bloody ridiculous shoes; he didn't think it would be possible to run in them if push came to shove.
"Yeah, still in hiding, actually," he added as he passed by the shocked-looking strangers. "So keep it quiet, will you?" Merlin, something always had to go wrong ... He caught up with Harry and Hermione. "Just - behind the church, you think?" he said quietly, trying not to look over his shoulder. "We can just Apparate, they won't see ..."