"Yeah but it's also where I'm most needed - what bad guys come here? They'd only find cows and other large animals like your brothers." Harry nodded firmly, his hand scrunching his hair - a trait he had picked up ever since he had seen memories of his father doing the same.
Rolling his eyes and now picking his way over to the kitchen, jumping over piles of ...well, mess, Harry began pawing through Ron's cupboards in search of food. "You know, even if you keep telling yourself that, it'll never come true. Damnit, Ron -" He slammed a cupboard shut, "I want food! I've been eating Red Vines for the last three days and I think the lack of nutritional value has caused my skin to become perpetually clammy."