I knew he hadn't been paying attention but it still made me mad that he brushed off my sister's death as nothing. I bit my lip to hold back any rude comments, but I'm pretty sure he's realized what he's done. I stood up suddenly and grabbed my bag, "I think I'm gonna get going. Hermione, would you like to come with me?" I knew they heard the anger in my voice and Ron's face went red, but right now I didn't care. I whirled around and left the hall, not bothering to check if Hermione was following or not.