"Good. I couldn't stand her. Always screaming... Granted, there are a bunch of strangers living in her house."
Ron could forgive the old woman her habits and grudges. It wasn't easy being ancient. Or so he was told.
"Yeah, I've had a couple pass my desk but I keep forgetting about it."
Ron took a long drink and grinned.
"The gala, not the war. You going?"
Ron went to the gala every year. The sight of all the people, able to relax and have a good time, made him feel good too. And Fred would love knowing that everyone was okay.