"I do. This is it." Harry waved his hand vaguely at the food and then the paperwork, dropping down into the chair and digging back into his stew.
He nodded as she spoke, smiling a little at the speed of her words. Brought him back to that first long spiel on that first train to Hogwarts. He reached for the roll and tore off another piece, frowning a bit at the quality and knowing he could certainly do better.
"I don't know if I have any memorabilia," he said, swallowing a bite of beef. "I mean, I might have one of my tatty pairs of jeans kicking around somewhere. I'd imagine you have more things. Like that handbag."
Tilting his head, he dipped a bit of bread into the stew's gravy. "Everyone knows my story... I couldn't get away from the authors that wanted to write my biography."