"That's always fun. The riff-raff never expects the Aurors to come chasing after them. Just once, I want to see the look on some thugs face as Harry Potter comes to arrest him."
Harry never played the hero card but that wouldn't stop low level thugs from feeling at least a little nervous at the sight of his face. The fame was undeniable.
"Hang it next to Mrs. Black's portrait. At least long enough to make her nervous. I can only imagine the things that would come out of her gob."
Ron took a swig after Harry, as he was asking a question.
"Me? Oh yeah. I'm always alright. Work is work but that's nothing new."
Ron hadn't seen or heard from the people in his life who give him stress. Loan sharks, enforcers, general hooligans. It had been nearly two months since he was followed. Ron counted all these things as good but it wasn't necessarily something he could tell anyone.