Ron hissed, feeling his shoulder muscles ache and in danger of spasming up as he dragged himself into his and Hermione's little flat in Chelmsford. Knowing his best girl as he did, he spent his walk through their foyer briefly debating with himself whether he should dispense with all the details of his raid today. Like the part where he had punched a lady repeatedly before sending her off for a nice swim. No, it wouldn't do. He was already going to get enough shite from his mates, if not outright jokes about him being a wife-beater.