He's a monster.

[Ron starts writing before she even finishes. You-Know-Who is the reason his life has never been simple, the reason his best mate's life has been one terrible thing barely resolving before the next terrible thing. He's the reason the girl he kind maybe likes more than platonicly has to put up with the kind of filth Bellatrix spits out so easily.

He sees the threat, but only because right now he's seeing threats everywhere. If he closes his eyes and concentrates, he can feel the weight of the locket, heavy on his chest, and it's that memory - and the physical distance - that makes him freer with his words.]

And so are you. And you're both hypocrites.

[And because Ron is very, very much a Gryffindor, he lets off his own threat before he can think better of it.]

Don't get too comfy in the ministry. It won't last long.