That was that. Ron didn't think it was anything to smile about - which came as a surprise to him, really. The end was in sight, or they had at least drawn a map. He had been complaining all year about how they hadn't known where they were going, and now they knew fair well, and ... it just didn't look like what he'd have wanted it to. It still seemed insurmountable, even broken up into concrete bits. And it was easier now to see exactly where they might well fail, instead of simply trusting that whatever it was, they could handle it, if they could only find it.
"Yeah," he said, trying not to sound too glum. "Hell of a that." It was ... a lot. Which he supposed meant they'd have to start soon.