"It shouldn't make me feel better, but it does a bit. I just don't want to cock everything up," he said, then pushed aside that feeling. He was doing all right, and would continue doing all right, and when he doubted something he had Hermione to tell him how to fix it. "Right, and I'm 2003. So a few months or a year, somewhere in there."
Ron had to laugh as well at the idea of Hermione searching for fashion magazines, but it did make sense. She was the most familiar with the Muggle world, even if it was thirty years out of date. "Do I lose boss points if I say that no, I didn't? I just know you'd show up, say some stuff, and then we'd arrest someone and throw them in Azkaban a lot of the time. It was cool, but I'm fuzzy on the details." He should probably know this, but what he remembered of Divination could fill a teacup.
"You do remember that Harry and I spent a lot of our time sleeping in that class, right? And the other half making up tragic ways we'd die. Trewelany loved that." Barmy old bat, he thought but didn't say. Parvati had been very fond of the woman, after all. "But anyway, that's very cool, especially about the lying part." He leaned back, grinned at her. "What color's my aura right now?"