Ron wasn't too eager to hear any news these days - and if it was something Hermione thought was important, she was usually right, and that usually meant they were in for more excitement than he really cared for. Still, the dread wasn't overwhelming. It was hard to find time alone around here, with anyone.
He slipped inside and sat at the foot of the foot of the bed, nudging the hovering book a few inches to the side - Dumbledore's, of course. He couldn't help but glance down at the notebook. Another theory, probably, and he hadn't even really recovered from the last one. "Hey," he said, trying not to sound too hopeful. He steeled himself. "Something big, is it?"