I don't remember it exactly word for word. Just the bits that counted. Like you being in love with Harry Potter!
We're not dead. I mean, I reckon there's an off chance that we might die sooner or later since this world is set in the middle of a bloody apocalypse where loads of things seem to want to kill us, but yeah. Not dead yet.
There's that optimism for you, eh?
He's a twat and I don't want anything to do with him. I bet you a thousand galleons he's probably a ruddy Death Eater in disguise.