"You were in Azkaban and you never told me. And you made a plan to go off and hunt a killer and you didn't ask me what I thought! You think I care about you yelling at me?" Which she did, just not as much as the other things. Meg swore she knew Stan, but how could she know him if she didn't know big things like this?!
Megan sniffled, though it wasn't clear if it was due to her cold or the tears welling up in her eyes. Maybe it was both. "I don't want to talk to you. Okay?"