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Harry James Potter (sonofastag) wrote in wished,

"Ermm. . ." Harry didn't really like the scar being mentioned, from most people. Form Luna though, it just made him shrug slightly and lift his hand to rub at the familiar scar. "Yeah, well, I think most people who hang about me don't notice it anymore anyway." And the people who DID notice he didn't actually want to be around. He laughed at her impression, wincing theatrically. "There's not posters!" he protested. Though there probably were. He didn't think anyone was selling them anymore, but during the Tournament there'd probably been some.

He really hoped there weren't any left with Lockhart. Humiliation aside - he'd looked like such a baby when he was that age.

"If I ever need a stand in, I know right where to come," Harry promised. "You'd do a bang up job. Probably better than me and they'll want to shoe you in permanently and send me out to pasture."

He sobered a bit, watching Fang and shaking his head. "Yeah. Me too. He was the first friend I ever had, really. He was. . . good." He couldn't help but smile again at the idea of human-kittens. "They'd just want to climb up on the tables in the Hall and lick at the puddings all the time."

He turned to trail after Luna as she headed for the hut, Fang trotting heavily along after them. Harry blinked at the offer and then smiled, shrugging. "No, I mean I should have already, yeah? And it's nice to get away. Do something normal for a bit."