Ron shrugged a little, giving his brother a look of slight agreement as he moved to walk in stride with him. "Won't argue with you there." Generally speaking, nothing usually ended well when Ron did anything on his own, so he thought that it was fair to say that the brooding bit wouldn't hold over so well either. Especially now, when he was on the verge of tracking down Lestrange himself and doing her in. Or attempting to. He'd probably end up getting offed instead.
He walked quietly for a moment, halfway uncertain on how to even interact with his older brother anymore. How long had it been since they'd been able to be around one another without glaring? Ron shoved a hand into one pocket and used the other to rub at the back of his neck. He shot Percy and uncomfortable sort of look before he breathed a sigh and said, "D'you reckon we'll be able to stop her anytime soon?"