Tag to Hermione!
Arms folded over his chest, Ron awkwardly stood along the edge of the room, his blue eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of someone that might be able to save him from this nightmare. Fancy outings like this? Ron definitely considered them to be everything but something that he'd usually take to in his free time. Quidditch matches, drinking rounds with his mates at the Leaky, or just a simple afternoon with his family back at the Burrow would have been more than enough to hold Ron over if he wanted to have a bit of fun. But this? Getting all dressed up and going out to watch some rich people bid off on items that they didn't need? It was, in short, extremely ridiculous. At least it was in Ron's opinion.
But he was here for a reason. Or, if one wanted to get into the specifics, a person. If Hermione hadn't asked Ron to come along, he'd probably be lounging back at his flat right about now with a case of butterbeer and a few mates to share his insight on the upcoming Cannons season with. But no. She had to ask. And she had to make those sodding threats about bringing another bloke along with her to top it all off. She's got some nerve, Ron thought moodily to himself as he stepped up to a table loaded with what Ron could hardly dub as real food. Who in the bloody hell got full off of this stuff? Those weren't even real sandwiches! They were just there to mock him! Picking up one of the sandwiches, Ron eyed it before biting into it and swallowing.
"This is ridiculous," Ron muttered to himself as he continued to pick at the items on the table.