"I have no way of knowing," Ron said. "But if he knows about it, I'm assuming so. Of course, if I had tipped off the other side, I wouldn't be particularly eager to go and face them. Especially if I was a cowardly git like Malfoy."
He took his plate, thanking Hermione, and started eating. As usual, at least eight hours had passed since his last meal, and that was just too long for Ron. He was scarfing down his food, pausing only to wash some of it down with butterbeer.