Harry looked down at himself. Black slacks, dark blue shirt - he couldn't tell if he looked thinner or not, but Harry supposed Mrs Weasley could spot weight loss through a brick wall.
When he raised his head, Harry caught Ron's searching eyes and felt a sad pang in his chest. He hated to disappoint his best mate, especially when Ron had already put up with so many of Harry's moods already, but if he didn't remain calm, he'd run mad through the streets.
"Sure. Just have to say a few words. You know how much I like making speeches." Harry gave a fleeting smile and clapped Ron on the back, leading them both out the door and into the hall, heading back toward the common room. It was getting easier, this mild-mannered numbness - almost like being all right again.