She had seen him grow angry and put his fist through the wall as an adult, but his rage had been nothing like this! At least he had been self possessed enough as an adult to attack something inanimate rather than hurt someone he loved. She wasn’t sure what he would do when he was this angry. He looked like he was in a positive frenzy! Ron was shaking his fists up and down helplessly and screaming at the top of his lungs. Ron had squeezed his eyes shut with all the force he could summon from his baby muscles. His face had reddened from the blood the had rushed to his face and copious tears ran down his puffy cheeks to fall wetly on his chest.