"You were great. We could always use a pensieve too. All we would have to do is mix the potion that makes it work. A basin shouldn't be hard to come by." It was the potion that made it work right anyway. The basin could be a sink, and it would work.
He wasn't sure what to do about Albus if he ever showed up. He was much more relaxed now though. This was the first time he could really talk openly. He had often thought about talking to his father at home, but he just didn't want to take a chance. He had thought the world of the man, and losing him would be horrible. "Maxxie looks just like me, as in twins, like all those Elenas and Damons and Stefans. He is really hot. He is also gay. We made out a little but nothing more, not that I don't want to. I do, but it's like crossing that bridge and not being able to come back. I know I want to, but - were you nervous?" If he slept with Maxxie, there was no turning back, he was gay. For right now, he still had a degree of denial, and a vision of a normal life. Gay wasn't supposed to be normal, or maybe it was, and he just had trouble letting go of the family teachings.
"I haven't seen her, so I don't know. She might be gone. She both hates me and likes me. It's weird." He shrugged, not really sure how to deal with Rose. "You all used to come to quidditch, and sat in the parent section. None of you talked much, but you weren't throwing hexes either."