Ron hadn’t intended to be late, in fact, he’d actually made an effort to be on time. He’d left the ministry not long after Harry had, but he’d had to make a quick stop first to an undisclosed bookie who’d Ron owed a particularly substantial amount of money too. He’d gotten an owl half way through his shift with some vague threats, and Ron wasn’t one to ignore those.
He was a bit flustered as he walked into the establishment, and ordered a pint before moving to where the others sat, taking a long sip of it before acknowledging anyone. “Hey,” He said feebly, and attempting a smile at them.