Ron sat down, when the Headmaster (if he was retiring, what did they call him anyways? Mr. Dumbledore? That just sounded odd, Ron thought) indicated he could, crossing his arms over his chest and frowning slightly. They weren't fine, of course not. Ron's brother had just almost been killed, Hagrid HAD been killed and Hermione had just packed off her parents to Australia of all places. Still, Ron wasn't going to be the one to speak up and point out the obvious. He just shrugged and watched Hermione and Harry, before he turned his attention back to Dumbledore.