When they popped in, Ron was laughing uproariously at something Ginny was saying. Their little sister was gesturing widely, eyes shining with mirth. Even Percy was smiling ever so slightly, though he sat a little away from the others. Ron throwing a pillow at him made him chuckle as well, throwing it back. It was ... everything was so normal, it hurt. Like none of their own was working with Voldemort behind their backs. Like none of them was betraying their family to the man whose war had killed their uncles. It was all so ... surreal.