"That's bollocks," Ron said, shamelessly, and he rolled a roll toward her. "Eat it. If it's good enough for me, it's good enough for you. Stop being so bloody stubborn." He knew Ginny was hungry. He could hear her stomach growling from here. Besides, she was too skinny. Her and Hermylonslfj both. Meanwhile, there was perfectly good food just sitting in that room waiting to be eaten. "It's all going to waste, and for no reason. What's the difference in getting it from that room and from the kitchen, huh? At least we won't get in trouble if we're caught sneaking it." Unless it was by Umbridge herself, but Ron never saw that pig's arse anywhere past the first floor. Lazy cow.