He gladly offered it to her. "I know you well enough, yeah, but d'you really think that I've gone into what blood type you've got?" Ron didn't even think that was relevant. They never asked for this sort of stuff at Mungo's. He folded his arms over his chest and slumped back in his chair, peering off at the clipboard from where he sat.
"What's with the smell around here, anyway?" He glanced around, sniffing at the air. There were a lot of people in the room, all waiting for their turn. Some with broken limbs while all the rest seemed to have allergic reactions or injuries like Hermione's. To be honest, it all made him feel a bit uncomfortable.