At the question, he stroked his chin. "No, not really. He was sure of himself, definitely, but not arrogant." Harry had been perfectly nice and reasonable. Never had he seemed to have an ego that got out of the way.
"Similarities, huh?" he asked. "That made sense. I know a girl who's studying to be a librarian, and her character was a storyteller." At the question of being a hypochondriac, he paused. "Well," he started, stroking his chin. "I never was that way...really. But." He sighed. If he was going to commit to this, he was going to have to really commit. "I've been to a number of psychiatrists. I started having panic attacks in high school. Anxiety attacks. Blackouts. Sometimes I lose time. But they diagnosed me with a sleepwalking disorder, so...does that count?"
The question of "powers" made him shake his head. "No," he said. "No, I've never had anything like that. Does everybody?" Maybe his power was to remain totally oblivious.