Who: Harry1-can & Harry6-knap What: discussing ALL THE HARRY THINGS When: Saturday, dinnertime (backdated) Where: one of the cafeterias Warnings: a double shot of Harry emotions.
Thank Merlin for Quidditch. Well, maybe all sports lifted moods, but Harry felt so carefree on a broom, so at home and happy. Today's Quidditch game had possibly been even more spirit-lifting than usual, because he'd gotten to watch multiple versions of his father play against each other; that had been interesting to watch, all the near-identical James Potters flying around. Playing on the same team as his own dad and his alterno-dad, playing against Hannah, definitely added an element of competition and camaraderie that Harry had never really experienced before. Walking off the field after the game with the whole group (he'd stuck especially close to his dad, just because) wasn't something he was going to forget anytime soon, either.
He was still windblown and smiling when he got to the cafeteria, and realized that he was starving; he piled quite a bit of food onto his plate before settling into a quiet spot with the other Harry. Even if the things they had to talk about might be a little intense-- which would make for the second intense conversation he'd had today-- he was looking forward to it. Spending time with... well, himself, was one of the very greatest benefits of this place. It was nice not to be the only one who carried the burden of being Harry, even if it was a slightly different burden for each of them.
"So," he said, taking a bite of a chip, "How're you today, then?" There was a lot he could tell just from looking, but he asked anyway. Even though he was pretty sure both the other Harry and Hannah disliked that question as much as he did, there was a lot about their moods that could be gathered from the way they answered it, even if it was dismissively.