"They eat like they are half-starved. And when I came across them Sunday afternoon, George had just thrown up into a hedge. Fred was rubbing his back, berating him of overeating. But his portion was nothing out of the ordinary. He had not even had second helpings. It was like ..." Ron tapered off. The pain in his eyes was apparent because they both knew what he was thinking. It was like all the times after they had met Harry after months with the Dursleys. When he had been only able to tolerate small portions of bland food before he could build up his tolerance for the rich dishes served by Molly Weasley or at Hogwarts.