"You've got your bags. So. You're leaving, then? All three of you?"
"I...You know I have to go, Gin. I mean..."
"Yeah. Whatever, I get it."
"No, I really don't think you do!"
"I do. Just...just leave, okay? No need to make it harder on yourself."
"Harder on my...? Gin, that's not what I'm telling you for! You don't understand, I just wanted to say goodb-"
"A thousand times the worse, to want thy light..."
"What?"
"Just- shut up for a moment will you? I've got to- right. Erm... A thousand times the worse, to want thy light... (Jaysus, Harry, I've forgotten where I was)
Right! Love goes toward love as schoolboys from their books, and love from love as to schools with heavy looks."
"...Was...was that an okay?"
"No."
"Then it was a...?"
"It was an indignant send-off."
"Ah."
"Yeah. I...I guess I'll be seeing you, then."
"Wait, Ginny...before you go, I've got one, too. (Let's see if I can remember, here, Gods...)
Ah- So, then, a thousand times goodnight, as parting is such sweet sorrow."
"I would I were thy bird, Harry, and not this wanton sorrow. Good luck."