"But what if we get caught at it?" Ron didn't mind smashing things around when he was irritated. He didn't do it often, but when he was in a foul mood he'd kick a box around or go off and work it out on the Quidditch pitch. It was different here because he was so terribly limited with what he could and could not do. Ron didn't know what he was allowed to do. This was Muggle territory and he was foreign in it. Life was so much easier when he was back in his own world. Yes, he was hiding from You-Know-Who and fighting for their future at Harry's side. At least he knew what he was doing then.
"You don't think anyone'd mind if we did, d'you?" Ron wasn't so sure. In fact, he wasn't so sure about this fellow. He didn't know him all that well. Certainly he'd be all right if their group hadn't pointed out that he wasn't. Yet at the same time, Ron didn't know him.
You don't really know anyone here, he reminded himself gloomily.