"Well, I could help you with that..." Harold said, "getting Wayne a girl, I mean, not your impression of him." He hopped toward off of the roots and picked up a stick of his own, twirling it between his fingers like a baton.
"Woukld you even be all over Potter anyway?" He asked with a grin, trying to turn the question around on her, "I mean if you don't like him, who would you like? I could change into them instead... who was the middle page spread in that magazine I got you? Mystical Melody?"