"Right," Ron nodded. "The baby birds are all grown up and leaving the nest - Mum's just going to have to learn to live with that." Perhaps fearing his comments could be misconstrued as insensitive, the redheaded boy quickly amended. "Not that we still won't visit, mind. I think she likes the Burrow being fit to burst because she's needed the company. It helps her distract from...." his voice trailed off before he could say his name. The quartet all glanced away from each other, the sudden wave of grief weighing them down.