"Ron's name is still on the flat, he can come in at anytime." Harry's mouth opened to ask something, but it wasn't hard to guess what the next question would be. "I don't want to touch my savings to take it off if I'm leaving in less than two months." Harry gave her a pitying look, and she looked away as she continued, pointing to the hallway. She hated the look of pity that everyone gave her. Ron was such a catch, people had said to her, thinking they were being empathetic when they barely scratched the surface of sympathetic. We thought you would be married and live happily ever after! The younger girls would say - the same girls who would then wonder if they would have a chance with the Chudley Canons player. She hated the look of pity so much, that she brought Harry's attention back to the hole in the off-white wall so he could yell at her. "He apparated away before the bombarda hit him."