Harry winced guiltily; it was true he didn't make as much time for his friends as he would like. In fact, he'd done nothing for the past couple of weeks but work, spend time with Teddy, and start on the cleaning out of Grimmauld place. "Sorry, Ern. You know I don't just like you for your healing, right?"
The sofa was comfy, and Harry sighed as he sank into it. "It's a long story, one best told after a half dozen pints." He managed a grin. "Let's just say, I'll never again underestimate the brawling power of a eighty year old man half my size."