"Sorry." Ron sighed. He hated the pain these visions put Harry through, but there was a part of him that hoped it would at least . . . pay off, somehow, like it had that time in Fifth Year.
"Well, Hermione doesn't have to escort me into the loo anymore, that's good news . . . otherwise I've been out of it, mate." Ron paused, then added, "You hear from my family lately? My hands have been hurting a lot last few days, haven't been able to turn the pages in the sodding journals, never mind write anything."