That was true. There were a couple attractive looking women wandering the room. But the truth of it was that Ron didn't think that he was in any of their leagues and he felt that if he even tried to approach them he'd be turned down at once. It seemed as though there were quite a few upper class people within the area. If Ron had actually intended to bid against any of these people, he might have been a little intimidated. "They might not be old, but they're probably all stuffy enough," Ron replied with a shrug. "Anyway, I didn't come here to make nice with them. I'm your full on support for this here outing. If...you'd even call it an outing. Seems a bit more like a very slow and painful death to me."
"It is, yeah. Very fitting." He tried to maintain the flush that was spreading it's way across his face. It was an impossible task, but one had to give Ron credit for the effort. "Well." He looked down at his clothing. All blue. Mrs. Weasley had made a show of complimenting how well they matched his eyes. Which, of course, had annoyed him quite a bit. "I combed my hair. It helped. A bit." That being said, Ron cleared his throat again and averted his gaze back toward the masses. If he kept staring at her any longer he was going to turn into a bloody strawberry. "So. What are we doing here, exactly? I mean, d'you plan on bidding on something or...?"