"I'm not prissy! I just don't want to look like I've been electrocuted," Harry protested, trying to smooth his hair back into some sort of order. It was, as always, a fruitless effort. "I don't...that's not...you're a terrible person." He blushed, and tried not to think about Roger in cuffs. It was an enticing image, but not one he could focus on. "And no, I wouldn't think so."
He explained about the indoor campfire and toasted marshmallows. "I wasn't confident of my ability to pitch a tent, so we went with the next best thing," he finished. "Yes, he is. I'm sure we'll find what we need there. And yes, I have taught him. This'll be his second broom, much to his grandmother's despair. He's outgrown the training broom I got him by a few inches. This time I'll look for one that'll grow with him."