"No, I've been thinking it over for a while," Harry assured her. He stared off into the middle distance, at the far wall of this flat, deep in thought. He could almost imagine conjuring the little Snitch that had held the Resurrection Stone in his mind's eye, watching it flitter in front of his vision as he concentrated on working through what he was going to say. "Gin, Ron.... Your parents have been so kind and good to me, truly..."