Now, he needed to show strength if he was going to convince them he was the person they thought he was pretending to be.

Death did not claim Ron as he stepped out on the street, much to his disappointment.

Wiping his eyes. Ron's rage was replaced by sadness. Looking at his hands, he saw they were bloody where his nails had shifted

Ron's grassy bonds loosened slightly, allowing him to twist and look where the voice was coming from.