Ron scrunched up his eyebrows, a little confused at this line of questioning. "I dunno. Quidditch. Work. Herm--um, people."
He paused for a long moment, rethinking the question. If he were Harry, what would be the part he didn't want to talk about? It was two in the morning, and his brain felt all fuzzy, but after a moment it hit him. "Bad stuff, sometimes," he said in a quieter tone.