"I just said I didn't - oi!" he yelled, as he caught himself from toppling into the wall, and lashed out with his elbow (just a reflex, of course) at Harry as he passed. He could think of a lot of things he wouldn't mind dropping in the middle of the sodding ocean, at the moment. The two of them had gotten completely impossible - and that was saying a lot, considering everything he'd had to put up with for what now seemed like an interminable six years. "Throwing it away will be just about as useful as shouting about it, I expect," he growled. "Wouldn't be any more of a waste of time than this is."