Harry nodded reflectively. "No, I suppose not. Although every time I even think about dating, the little blond weasel's face pops up in my head. I still don't know why he left! He didn't even give me a chance-"
Slumping back in his chair after nearly coming out of it, Harry huffed, blowing his overly long bangs out of his face. "I'm done letting him control me, but he still messes with my head."