"I never judged any of them by a normal standard. All of them have always been crazy. That's why I only talk to you. You're the only sane person left."
He hadn't even considered that. What month even was it now? Was he still 21? Or would he just be 22 until he could 'officially' be 22. Or was he really a lot older, because they'd moved forward in time, or...
"I didn't even want to have a birthday today!" His voice had raised by nearly a full octave, and he cleared his throat.
"No, no MLE for you. Or me. Bloody Hell, could you even imagine?" He shook his head. "What about... I don't know. You could, start a journal blog? An answer to The Scarlet Bitch? You could even throw your Harry/Draco fanfiction in there."