"I'm pretty sure I'll never really grow up. I'm like Peter Pan!"
Harry felt his face flush all shades of red, thankfully the October evenings came early so it was hidden by the lack of light. He didn't pull away from Ginny, but he didn't rush to reciprocate either. "Thanks Gin. If I didn't live this life I'm not sure what I'd do with myself next year. Probably bother George to help in the shop until I figure something out. Maybe be there forever for all I know. When you figure out what it is you want to do I'm sure you'll do brilliant at it. You're smart and you're strong, anyone who doesn't hire you is daft."