Ron was drunk. Again. He wasn’t at her flat like he said he would be, which meant he had to be at The Leaky. Again. How many times could she put up with this, nursing his hangovers, listening to his apologies that always promised changes that never came. Hadn't Harry lost people in the war? Hadn’t she? Merlin her parents didn’t even know they were her parents! She grabbed her wand and went to set her privacy wards, Ron could sober up and speak to her in the morning, she’d had enough. Just as she was about to start, there was a distinctive roar at her fireplace and Ron stepped out of the green flames, bleary eyed and barely able to stay upright.