Ron did not land easily on his feet as he stepped through the fire and onto the hearth. "Bloody thing nearly closed on me," he cursed, flicking errant ash from his robes. Immediately he looked up and shot a sheepish expession toward McGonagall. "Sorry, Prof- er, Headmistress."
It didn't seem to matter than he was a grown man with a child of his own, in her presence? He felt fifteen again. He wondered if McGonagall and his mum learned that from the same teacher at times.
His eyes cast around the room and he nodded greetings to Remus and Sirius, tried his best at a pleasant expression for Snape, slipped his arm around Hermione, and shot Harry a wide grin.