Ron was stuffing a roll in his mouth when Ginny answered the door and already had the next one in his hand. He gave a brief wave before speaking with his mouth half-fall, the sound muffled, "Hey." He quickly slid by his sister and into the room, anxious to get out of the hallway before someone saw how distended and awkward his pockets looked. They were stuffed full of food he'd taken from that brilliant room Zach had set up. He hated the arse, of course, in principle, but that didn't mean he couldn't eat some food. He'd tried bringing some to Hermyownieyhjak whatever, but she'd been suspicious of it so it hadn't done much good. The way Ron saw it, though, was if the students wanted to poison them then they wouldn't really have to hide it... and anything was better than bloody starving to death.
"I got this for you." He pulled out some raspberry glazed rolls, fruits, a good number of cheeses wrapped in foil, meat that he'd snagged recently so it wouldn't spoil, potatoes, and last but not least, about a dozen packages of chocolate frogs. "These are the best, Gin, wait'll you try some. All my cards were of sodding You-Know-Who, though, so me and the others are using them for dart practice."