There was another smirk, like he couldn't hold any jokes back. "I know. I'm a bit buff, you can say it." And there it was. Harry had a hard time from holding back and hell, he was 18. Like the young man was ever going to stop? Not likely. "Oh yeah? What figure? Your robes seem to be hiding everything." He gave a shrug and went back to his waffle.
With a slight nod, he bit down tight to let the muscles in his cheeks flex. He hated it. People like me. Harry knew what she meant and he understood the situation, he just didn't like how their world accepted them all...or didn't. "Eighteen and already a mother?! Bloody hell, looks like we can't talk anymore." He chuckled and elbowed her gently. "That's really good though. I bet she looks up to you a lot."
After taking his last big bite, he stayed quiet for a moment, choosing his words carefully. "This place? Its alright sometimes. The head of this place brings people he or she wants and takes away those who no longer interest them. The create worlds...you'll know them as flips. Hogwarts is one of their flips. They create scenarios and conduct their research based on our reactions...which sometimes have consequences if they don't like our reactions."
Harry got quiet. He was having a hard enough time figuring himself out as is.
"As for me, I'm 18. I love dinosaurs, dancing, and whiskey. I like women. Never in my life have I questioned my sexuality. I love Indian food. If I couldn't speak English, I'd speak Spanish all the time. I'm really into boxing. Petrified of heights." Harry gave another shrug. "I dunno, Cindy. I'm older but refuse to grow up?"