Ron had never felt so anxious as he did right now. After pacing back and forth in his bedroom several times, he opened the desk drawer again, picked up a slightly creased letter, and re-read its contents. Then he went over to the mirror to adjust his appearance, pushed open the door, and walked downstairs on the creaking wooden steps.
Ron did not stay for breakfast. Instead, after saying goodbye to his mother, he hurried away.
"Does Ron have somewhere to be today?"
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