It was hard to believe that Hogwarts was going to open up as a proper school all ready, it seemed like they had only just moved out, like they couldn't have possible had enough time to get everything sorted out the way it needed to be to have classes start up again. But then, what did Ron know about what a school needed to be to have classes?
Truthfully, it was less that the school was opening up again, and more that they were sending Hugo back that seemed odd at the moment. If things hadn't ended up so twisted up, Hugo would have been going to school for two months now - he would have been living at the castle and going to classes just like he had every year since he was eleven. But sending him back now felt more tenuous than it had in the past. And Ron supposed a large part of that was due to his lingering issues with what had happened at the battle. Nearly losing both his children the way he had, made him want to keep them close, no matter how impossible that might have been.
But then there was Hugo, rummaging through the kitchen for something to eat when Ron found him. "So everything packed up? Or are you just taking a break for food?" He grinned, leaning against the counter and watching his son. He was better now, he didn't move like everything hurt - or he didn't look like it did.