"Definitely, we won't look at them. I bet she wrote nothing better than the rubbage The Daily Prophet wrote."
Harry grabbed another piece of candy. "Ron, I think I want to get away for a little while. Maybe go camping. D'you... would you want to come along? I know you've got Rose. But you're welcome to come, if you want." Some people might think Harry had had his share of camping, considering what should've been his seventh year, but Harry found himself wanting the solitude and time to think.