[Her yelp makes him look around and draw her further off the road. Maybe he should just apparate them to Harry's place, er, Harry's dad'splace, it would be faster. But she looks about as pale as he feels; just saying it out loud makes him want to tear something down, or just be really, really sick.

He didn't even think that far, really: didn't consider that maybe there was no Voldemort, no war brewing. But then, one of his first miavi interactions was with Bellatrix Black and finding out she's in charge of the bloody D.M.A.C. He kind of wishes he'd had a day to pretend, at least.

(Ron gets a bit side tracked when he realizes she's looking at him, just looking at him, and his thumb runs over the deluminator in his pocket. She said his name, just his name...)]

Right. Right, yeah.

[He starts on again, angling down a side street for a short cut. It's only awkward when he realizes that he needs to stick close to speak quietly.]

Important things first: they want the displaced to register with the Ministry, only part of registering is getting the Trace on you, doesn't matter how old you are. They've set up a village for them near Hogsmeade, I think. Haven't been. [Seemed way too dangerous.]