Ron felt dread stir inside of him as he stood behind Neville. He put his hand on his friend's shoulder, being strangely quiet for once during his stay in this bloody hell-hole. There was absolutely no way they were getting out of there. He sat down, his hands on his knees twitching nervously.
He waited to see his sister in the group, scared for her. If he saw one of these MLE grunts rough-handling Ginny, Ron would kill the bastards.