It was normal for one to encounter someone curled up in a corner on the streets in a place like this. Shocking, at first, but after a while seeing it all just became part of the daily routine. Avoiding the beggars so they wouldn't get hold of your snacks or money, staying away from the vampire and criminal infested portions of the city, and ignoring those people who, as they were a bit on the mental side, chose to stalk you about on foot if you made so much as a single small indication that there might be anything remotely interesting about you. And that? It was just for starters.
Despite the normality of it all, there were a few people that came about that stood out more than others. For instance, a blonde boy curled up on the side of the road. People phased by him. Didn't even look twice. Ron considered doing the same, but Mrs. Weasley's voice instantly erupted within his mind, chiding him for being so selfish and rude. Running a hand over his freckled face, Ron released an irritated sigh and cut through the intersection that led to the opposite side of the street.
"I'm going to bloody well regret this," he grumbled to himself, rubbing at the back of his neck until he ended up a few feet away from the blonde fellow. He was tiny. A bit like a third year, really. Third or forth, maybe. Probably third. Definitely seemed to be Hufflepuff material, what with the pansy look about him. But what kid didn't look like a pitiful mess when they turned up here?
He heard the kid say something about bacteria, so Ron decided to take his cue by entering right then and there. "They've got a sink in that cafe there, you know," he commented, nodding off to the building behind him. "I reckon you ought to give it a go. Wash up, eh?"