Ron, as if on cue, rolled his eyes at her reaction. It was typical of her to get her knickers in a twist over the conditions of his living environment. She always did back at the Burrow and certainly didn't hold back on him when they were all living out of the same tent.
The tent that he ran away from. There really was no use in thinking too much on that one. Ron sighed and shut the door behind her, watching her go at cleaning things up with another roll of his eyes. Speaking of typical!
She had him on that one with the Apparating, at least. Anything could happen. Like, for example, accidentally splinching onself. Ron glanced down at his arm at the question and shrugged sheepishly. "I tried to get out of here in a real hurry when I first got around," he explained, "it's no big deal, really. I found a healer and she patched me up right quick. Didn't even have to put the stitches in!"
Which, of course, he was very grateful for. The last thing that Ronald Weasley ever wanted to endure was the terrifying process of having someone sew his arm up. It was downright barbaric!