"Warming charms Potter. And while I can't say I've seen a jogger I can imagine. Some sort of muggle trousers I expect? I'll pass. And Muggle Britain? Really? Whatever floats your boat, I guess."
It was possible he'd revealed a little too much tonight. But what the Hell, it was literally the end of the world after all. No one left to hide from.
"I certainly don't like women," he said, making a disgusted face. "What would you even do with a woman? Ugh, no thanks. Not that I've had much chance to pull men lately either. I'm a shut in, after all. I really should have been invited to your orgies."
Draco had half noticed that Potter was t wearing his glasses, but to be honest he hadn't really thought about it much. Potter was Potter. Though it was very amusing thinking of him wearing fake glasses for the press.
"Of course you wore fake glasses. That's the Potterst thing I've heard all day. Keeping up appearances and all."