"Yeah, I'll talk to them before I go to school," he said, and then a horrible thought crossed his mind. "You don't think...this isn't going to mean I can't be an Animagus, right?" He really hoped not. He'd really been making good progress, and managed to sprout a beak and some feathers the last time he'd meditated.
"Well, Quidditch didn't normally start until October anyway, so I think we'll be able to fit in a full season." If they couldn't, that would be really sad. "The game will probably just be closer together." He couldn't wait to play Quidditch again. It was going to be really weird going to back to school as a student, and not a soldier in training.
He cut up some more chicken, adding it to the mixture of vegetables. "I know Rose. I will be, I promise. I just wish it wasn't taking so long to get better. I thought magic could cure everything." Well, he didn't really think that, but it was a bummer that it couldn't.