All This Time I Was Finding Myself

[pottering]

Harry Potter

GENDER: Male
AGE: 18
SEEKING: I really have no idea, I suppose friends, I haven't had much time to think about the rest of that stuff
EXTRA: I may have just saved the world, but my friends might hit me upside the head if that's all I put, so, hi. I'm Harry. Just Harry. I'd be sort of excited if you hadn't heard of me actually.

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[sanguinescry]

( His warning to keep hanging on is heeded, of course, but Lydia still doesn't expect it when he turns sharply and her arms tighten to squeeze his middle as she looks ahead of them again, a surprised little yelp escaping her before being followed by a laugh. This is real life. This is happening right now. )

This is literally the coolest thing I've ever done, you do this all the time? Does it ever lose its luster?

( She doubts it, but you never know. )

[pottering]

[The yelp makes him laugh as he pulls the stick back and sends them soaring back into the sky again.]

Never. Not once. I don't think it ever could.

[He follows the river more slowly now, in the little narrow valley between the treetops. It might lead them back toward the resort eventually, flowing toward the ocean.]

I play Quidditch, actually, it's this sport that's all on broomsticks. But the first time I got on a broom, I just...knew how to do it.