"Twelve hours," Ron said, sounding happy. And he was. Except about the bit where she hadn't slept. "You should have at least taken a nap," he told her, but then shrugged. "I know I can't talk. But they've been forcing us to take these potions that keep us awake. Whatever they're called. I'll probably fall over when this one wears off."
He eyed the bottle again. "I'm surprised you even had it. But good on Oliver joining Dumbledore's Army. Even if I don't like the idea of it meeting here." He paused only momentarily, finishing his thoughts on the matter before she could get a word in, "I know. If anyone can make this place the safest around to meet, it's you. But that doesn't mean I have to like it."
Having done his part in setting the table, he started dishing out food. "Did I mention that it's good to see you?"