"What if I want to do that stuff in public?" Harry asked, a slightly challenging tone coming into his voice. He sat up a bit straight, frowning. "I am a Gryffindor! I don't want to be impersonal," He said, looking a bit crestfallen as he stared down at his plate. "But I hardly ever see some of my friends, and I don't really know how to breach the subject in person. You're right though, I didn't think."
Harry sighed, poking at his salad harder than necessary, seeing as how it was already dead.
"Bugger it all, why does this have to be so difficult?" He demanded, as if his dinner could tell him the answer. "I just want to be myself. I don't want to hide from them." Especially now that he could possibly have found someone!
"Art has its use. Besides, what about Quidditch? It's like art, it has no utilitarian purpose." He pointed out, "Some people enjoy watching Quidditch, some people enjoy looking at art. It would be a dull world without any art, could you imagine?" He shook his head; he wasn't an expert or even a huge lover of art, but at least he could appreciate it. "Clothing design schools? Is that something you're seriously interested in, or did you just want to get a rise out of your parents? I mean, I know you said it was a joke, but just because you do something as a joke doesn't mean you aren't serious about it."