[Ron is not a happy camper. But then, when is he? Still, he's not likely to be a perky wizard when he's unwillingly dressed in a
rather horrific costume, his face so red that it would clash brilliantly with his hair if it were visible over the hood. He's tried getting rid of it, he's tried changing, he's tried everything, but the ruddy thing won't stay gone. So now? He's just sitting on the porch of House 26 with his arms (his two real ones) crossed over his chest, all lineface-y and nearly envious of the people who weren't forced into costumes depicting something they're completely phobic of.]
This bloody holiday's overrated, anyway.