slipped (and said something sort of like your name)

The morning after they got back, Ginny watched him from her bedroom window, up at four o'clock in the morning. He walked out of the house like he didn't want to be in it and burnt all the clothes that Hermione had packed months ago in her tiny, beaded bag. 'It all smells like damp,' he said. Like blood, like fear and like the war.