"Sir Jacob told me where the bleach was if I wanted to drink any on actual Valentine's Day." Harry snorts with the recall of that. Then he pauses. "Sorry if...dark humour's a thing we deal in here. Obviously if that were actually a possibility..." He figures it's better to have that out there now.
"For the moment, it's the embarrassment getting to me more than the rest." He shrugs. "I mean, imagine living down the hall from someone you asked out who rejected you. WELL embarassing, I don't mind telling you."
He laughs. "Luckily, it could be worse. Dame Evie COULD be holding it against me."