"Right then," Ron said with a nod, brushing off his other concerns so that he could clearly focus on getting the three of them to their destination in one piece. Merlin knew, he'd had trouble with that early on during their time on the run, though it had been years since he'd actually splinched himself. With his wand held tightly in one hand, hooked his other arm under Harry's in a tight grip. "When I say go, yeah?"
Taking one last steadying breath to clear his thoughts, Ron said "Go. . ."
And, once the familiar squeezing sensation passed, the three of them were standing in the middle of a living room in a largish living room, a bit on the dingy side and harshly lit. "Right. Made it then." With a sigh of relief, Ron released his grip on Harry and gestured around. "Right, so, it's a first floor flat, two bedrooms, reckon I can take the couch, and nobody upstairs so that's just, um, storage at the moment, kitchenette's over there," he gestured, "just the one bath, but we've done with less, yeah? And . . . um, yeah," he added with a slightly guilty shrug, "those are the plants."
Referring, of course, to the marijuana plants arranged under heat lamps and a surprisingly elaborate indoor sprinkler system, hanging on planters from the ceiling and on every available wall.