Harry took that moment to have a long drink from his glass. It was words like those that made him hate the job that he did. Not that it was Ron's fault; it wasn't. But he often felt like the only reason his team got sent on missions was because who he was.
If only he could be anonymous in all things, not just the bakery.
"I'd do that, but Mrs Black now has a lovely little corner of the attic to live in." Harry smiled and pushed away his empty glass, pulling forward the second one. "Couldn't take down the portrait itself, so I did the next best thing and took down the wall around it."
He looked at the mask for a moment and thought about where it might go. "I'll have to think of a good place."
His attention returned to Ron. The question had been answered, but somehow he felt like it was lacking. Harry never truly understood why Ron had bowed out of the Auror program. They were supposed to be partners until the end and then suddenly Ron was gone and Harry had someone else that he had to rely on.
"You know the Ministry has already been passing around memos for the War Remembrance Gala at the end of June?" he asked.