"Never mind. It doesn't matter right now. You'll meet everyone and hear their stories sooner or later. There's not very many of us here yet, and most everyone is great." The obvious exception was Lucius of course, and Ron was holding out judgment on Draco as well. Mostly because the little ferret still annoyed him, even if he was dating Harry. "And it wasn't stupid. They didn't want the artifacts and gold to fall into foreign governments. The rest of the magical world outside Britain is still there, thriving. At least, we think so."
He sighed at the question and shook his head. "No. We're the only Weasleys so far." Which was strange and scary and Ron hadn't let himself think about it very much or else he might drive himself crazy. "I don't imagine that will remain the case, though. If any family made an impression on this castle, it was ours. No matter which generation we're talking about." Sooner or later, there would be more Weasleys. He was sure of it.
"I can't tell you everything is going to be okay, Roxanne. But we're going to make the best of it and we're going to see that our world survives what happened."