Meeting a full on security team when he arrived was the last thing that he had expected. For a moment, Ron was absolutely certain that Voldemort had set out some sort of evil trap for him in a ridiculous attempt to get hold of Harry. But, when no one seemed interested in causing him any harm, Ron slipped his way past and ventured onward with an escort in search of the pixies hiding in the cellamafoam. Ron pulled his wand from the waistband of his jeans and gripped it tightly as the guard left him standing alone at a door. He began to wonder why they didn't think to go in and help this supposed Arthur bloke out, but didn't take much time to think on it. Perhaps they weren't capable of taking on pixies. Or they were scared. He didn't blame them, really.
He poked his head in through the doorway. There was no way that he was just going to go inside without knowing as to what lay ahead. "Er, hello? Anyone there?"