This was turning out to be a bigger disaster than she thought possible. Seriously, it was a wonder some wizards could do anything without hurting, especially the one in front of her. For all she had heard through the stories of her son he had seemed quite the strong man in war, but here a simple onion was defeating him. If the Death Eaters ever found out she half expected them to employ the onion in their strategy.
She was leaning against the table top near him when she saw his eyes begin to water. Her mother had made her cook often growing up, help out in any way she could depending on her age, and like her mum she had developed a bit of an immunity to onions. Something Ron clearly didn't have yet. And when he stumbled about, cursing like it was second nature, she couldn't help but laugh at how stupid he looked.
"Not really. You just seem intent on injuring yourself when it comes to anything muggles are capable of doing."