"The only thing crawling around down here is US, unless Professor Lupin suddenly came crawling back. So you can stop whinging, unless you're that bloody worried about a spider or two," Harry answered. He was tired of Ron's complaining, of the locket, of not knowing what to do. Of Dumbledore not just TELLING him what to do, since he obviously knew things they didn't. He always bloody did. He was tired of not sleeping and he'd been worried about what happened with Ginny ever since the Room of Requirement. (And irrationally irritated at her for being upset with him. It wasn't like he had a CHOICE. He couldn't run around snogging anyone. He didn't GET to do normal shite!)
He scowled. "Yeah well, it didn't." It had backfired fairly tremendously actually, and Harry's hand still ached from the backlash knocking his wand away. Not to mention knocking him on his arse. "Maybe you translated it wrong." Because it hadn't been his sodding wand work. He didn't care how many times she implied it might be.