"Great, because I'd hate to find out I was suddenly turned into a monster," Ron said, making a face, that wasn't his mom's sort, "I know when to be idealistic just fine, thanks. But I can be realistic if I have to, too." Like when there was inevitable monster attacks. Sometimes he was a little too optimistic when he tried to figure out ways people might not have died, but well that was neither here or there.

Relieved to have control of his arm back he looked partly grateful although all it did was hang uselessly at his side.

The frown etched onto his features as she said that, but he didn't look away. It didn't feel like he had no reason to worry. Sooner or later she'd realize she didn't want him around, too, ater all. He nodded, shrugged, and immediately moved to her next sentene which... made him pale. "I--I well," he fumbled, "why an't I wear normal clothes?"