Ron nodded and quietly followed Justin back over to sit beside him at the table. He immediately began to dig into his pile of sweets, despite having just finished eating dinner not too long ago. He had a ferocious sweet tooth though, which perhaps was what made it so difficult for him to picture Hermione's parents deliberately keeping sweets from her. He was about halfway through scarfing down his pastries when he looked up again at Justin.
"Yeah, Moody," Ron acknowledged. "Quite the bloke. Barking mad of course, but it didn't make it any easier when he was killed." They were all part of a team, a team of misfits sure, but a team neverthless. And slowly but surely, members of their team were picked off as time went on. Sirius. Moody. Dobby. Lupin. Tonks... Fred. Ron shook his head and went back to his food, picking something at random and turning it around his fingers to look at it from all angles. "Seems odd he's be gone for more than a year, and we're here auctioning off our bodies for Quidditch supplies."