Ron was bouncing around like Nessie and Caff, running over to former schoolmates and chatting like there was no tomorrow. Some people he saw more often than others and he always liked to be sociable when he could. George hadn't appeared yet, which he found a little odd, but Freddie was there surrounded by a crowd as usual... and with Oliver, again, as usual.
His other UK based siblings were somewhere around the place too, but he could see them any time, weaving through the crowd he searched for more familiar faces. Spotting a blue clad beanpole, he grinned. 'Alright, Terry?'
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