Ron had become slightly obsessed with the transistor radio Hermione had found in an abandoned barn they camped beside one evening and so twisted the dials for most of his waking hours. Although his healing was coming along nicely, the sling he wore over his shoulder was still needed to prop up his splinched arm. Eventually Hermione had to stop using dittany on it to save what they had left and so it was up to his body to heal itself from then on out. It was slow going and halted their progress in the hunt for horcruxes although the hunt was beginning to feel less like a hunt and more like a dead end. An elusive thing they chased without being able to see what they were after. Hide and seek without a clue what to look for. Theo was beyond frustrated by the lack of information Dumbledore had supplied Harry with. Why had he bothered giving Hermione a book and Harry a snitch with a riddle on it? Why not just tell them what he thought they meant. There was also the consistent clicking of the deluminator in the palm of Ron's hand. As he turned the radio dial he stole the light from the tent and replaced it over and over until even Hermione had begun gritting her teeth. After all, they were trying to get through the stack of books in her beaded bag in hopes of discovering another way to destroy horcruxes. 