If Ron was any happier after finding the broomstick and wand it certainly wasn't noticeable. Even being clean he was more sullen than he was before, and grimacing at the plant suit's pulsing with certain disgust. He wasn't even hopeful to find anyone he knew and was only getting more sulky by the minute... Because that's what Ron does when you tell him his family and his best mates and the girl he might, erm, love are either podded are gone with the planet. He sulks, at best, before exploding.

He certainly wasn't in chipper mood, even with the broomstick tossed over his shoulder and wand held loosely in hand. In fact if he could scowl anymore he'd be given the grimmest person alive a run for the money.

"Bloody mental this is," he muttered sourly before turning azure eyes around the crowd. Given his last moments on home he really didn't have much hope of finding someone. He gritted his teeth before looking away and starting to push his way through the crowd to find some other place to go.

Yeah, he's not very amiable right now.