Ron shook his head. "I wasn't reading you just then. You know how dense I am, I can't read anyone. I just knew that's what you were thinking." He frowned. "Like how I knew about the guy in the pub was bad - and he was. It's so weird. I just... I just know things, for no reason. Like... when I tell Mum, she'll drop the pan of bacon and it'll splatter all over the floor but she won't pick it up at first because she'll be so proud. What the bloody hell is going on with that, anyway? I feel like Trelawney or something, but not as much of a fraud."