(Harry and Ron are enjoying watching the students hurrying up to their classes while they have a free period...)
Minerva McGonagall: Potter.
Harry Potter (to Ron): Oh, this can't be good.
Minerva McGonagall: Enjoying ourselves, are we?
Harry Potter: I had a free period this morning, professor.
Minerva McGonagall: So I noticed. I would think you would want to fill it with Potions. Or is it no longer your ambition to become an Auror?
Harry Potter: It was, but I was told I had to get an "Outstanding" in my O.W.L.
Minerva McGonagall: So you did, when Professor Snape was teaching Potions. However, Professor Slughorn is perfectly happy to accept N.E.W.T.s students with "Exceeds Expectations."
Harry Potter: Brilliant. Um... Well, I'll head there straightaway.
Minerva McGonagall: Oh, good, good. Potter, take Weasley with you. He looks far too happy over there.
Luna Lovegood: Would you like me to fix it for you? Personally, I think you look a bit more devil-may-care this way but it's up to you.
Harry Potter: Well, have you ever fixed a nose before?
Luna Lovegood: No, but I've done several toes, and how different are they, really?
Harry Potter: Um... Okay, yeah. Give it a go.
Luna Lovegood: Episkey.
Harry Potter: Ah! How do I look?
Luna Lovegood: Exceptionally ordinary.
Harry Potter: Brilliant.
Harry Potter: But this is Hogwarts we're talking about. It's Dumbledore. What could be safer?
Hermione Granger: There's been a lot of talk recently that... Dumbledore's got a bit old.
Harry Potter: Rubbish! Well, he's only... What is he?
Ron Weasley: Hundred and fifty? Give or take a few years.
(They all laugh)
Ron Weasley: You did everything you could. No one could win against that old hag.
Hermione Granger: Even Dumbledore didn't see this coming. Harry, if it's anyone's fault, it's ours.
Ron Weasley: Yeah, we talked you into it.
Harry Potter: Yeah, but I agreed. I tried so hard to help, and all it's done is make things worse. Anyway, that doesn't matter anymore. Because I don't want to play anymore. All it does is make you care too much. And the more you care, the more you have to lose. So maybe it's just better to...
Hermione Granger: To what?
Harry Potter: To go it alone.
Ron Weasley: Well, how was it?
Harry Potter: Wet. I mean, she was sort of crying.
Hermione Granger: I'm sure Harry's kissing was more than satisfactory. Cho spends half her time crying these days.
Ron Weasley: You'd think a bit of snogging would cheer her up.
Hermione Granger: Don't you understand how she must be feeling? Well, obviously she's feeling sad about Cedric... and therefore confused about liking Harry and guilty about kissing him... conflicted because Umbridge is threatening to sack her mum from the Ministry... and frightened of failing her OWLs because she's worrying about everything else.
Ron Weasley: One person couldn't feel all that. They'd explode.
Hermione Granger: Just because you've got the emotional range of a teaspoon...
Luna Lovegood: We both believe you, by the way. That He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back, and you fought him... and the Ministry and the Prophet are conspiring against you and Dumbledore.
Harry Potter: Thanks. It seems you're about the only ones that do.
Luna Lovegood: I don't think that's true. But I suppose that's how he wants you to feel.
Harry Potter: What do you mean?
Luna Lovegood: Well, if I were You-Know-Who... I'd want you to feel cut off from everyone else... because if it's just you alone... you're not as much of a threat.