"Don't let her hear you say that. I don't think she'd be particularly amused," Ron said, though he was amused by the thought of Narcissa Malfoy being called Gryffindorish. "Well, I can't say as I know of any newspaper-specific preservation spells, but I know plenty of food preservation spells and they can't be that different." Ron sighed. "It's maybe not advisable, but it might be unavoidable sooner or later. Not right away, and hopefully we'll have more of an idea of what's going on out there before we do." He wished he had Harry's invisibility cloak, at least then they might be able to sneak one person into a small town to gather intel. "But right now, we can focus on the important things: food, potions ingredients, and those newspapers."
Ron grinned back. "That's good, because my list would be pretty short, and would start and end with food." He shrugged. "Manipulating people into volunteering as sacrifice was a specialty, but I think we can at least agree that we need to work together and forget about old school rivalries. We don't have Dumbledore to deal with here." He felt somewhat disloyal, talking about Dumbledore like this, but it was hard to ignore in hindsight just how manipulative Dumbledore had been in so many ways.
"I guess when you put it like that, it does seem like a lot," Ron said, bemused. He'd always thought of himself as a Weasley first and foremost. "There was a lot of distrust between the Order. Secrets and lies, missions where no one knew all of the information. Sirius didn't even get a trial, just straight to Azkaban. And everyone forgetting Pettigrew existed is why no one could fathom he was the spy. How could he have gotten the better of James Potter?" There was a lot that could have been fixed just by people talking to each other, Ron thought. "Yeah, I'll give them some time. It's a lot of information all at once, and I feel like I've just dumped it all on you."
Ron scowled, but there wasn't a lot of heat behind it. "I'm thinking like an Auror. Constant vigilance, trust no one, that kind of thing," he said, then drew his wand as Regulus opened the door to the greenhouse from a small distance. Smart, who knew what was lurking behind the door, ready to kill them.