Harry was grinning, feeling lighter without the damn locket hanging over them. And more than a little amused by his own timing. He thought he probably SHOULD leave, which was awkward, but it was kind of hard to not just think it was funny right now. He'd just about died of a sodding NECKLACE, but he felt better than he had in a month.
He cleared his throat. "He didn't say anything. It was just. . . the locket. It was weird when it died. Don't worry about it. I just. . . wanted to make sure he knew," he offered, trying to cover and not being very clever about it.