It was all so sloppy and careless how the next moment of her life played out. Ron apparently had nothing else to say, he looked down at her with disgust, like she was just another filthy mudblood to squash under his pureblooded boots. It was careless how he tossed the necklace, the jewels barely grazing her hand, before clattering to the ground. It was careless how little he felt for her, and how easy it was for him to do this to her.