"Now I understand why Ginny gets so fed up with you," she snapped, stopping in one spot and glaring at him as she'd never glared before. "Do you honestly think I'm just going to stop by my parents' house, who have no idea I even exist, pop in for a cup of tea, wave my wand a couple of times and say, 'Hey, Mum and Dad, guess who died while you were enjoying the sunny clime?' and then leave a day later?" She ignored the tears running down her cheeks as she yelled at him, ignored everything else around them entirely. "Yes, Harry, there's something wrong with me. There's plenty wrong with me! Poor little maladjusted Hermione Granger, always the extra person in the room. She can help you with your homework and pass exams with her eyes closed, but don't try to put her to use for anything else! And, Godric forbid, don't ever date her! YES, Harry, there's a lot wrong with me, and some of it you will never know, but if you think I should simply waltz in and waltz out this weekend instead of doing what I've set about to do for months now, there's something fairly wrong with you!"
With that, she finally thought of using her wand to carry her bags, and with one flick she had both her trunk and her backpack floating next to her as she stomped away over the grassy hill, her sobs still audible behind her.