Ron wondered whether or not Malfoy had picked up a newspaper in the past few months and then decided that no, he probably hadn’t. If he were trying to pass as Muggle, if he were doing everything he could to leave the world they had come from behind, there was no way he’d have been keeping so up to date with things.
“I came first every time,” said Ron, casually, like he hadn’t sobbed for a full hour in private for having finally won something that was all about him, with no one to lean on, family and friends included. Although, given that his first thought upon winning had been to contact his family and friends, he didn’t know how well that stood.