"It's a habit," he hissed, glaring off at her. "And will you shut up about the bloody spiders? It's bad enough that we're LOCKED in a BLOODY WARDROBE. The last thing I need to worry about is finding one of them scurrying 'round here."
At that, Ron suddenly looked paranoid. He squinted around the area, searching for any signs of a spider. Hell, he'd even panic at the sight of a web at this point.