Well, Quindar was right that Fred and George weren't really the types to go to when one had deeply distressing emotional pain that needed sympathy or resolution. But...Harry hadn't anything of the sort, so rather than feeling understood, he felt as though he had just listened to the beginning of one of Rita Skeeter's articles in Quindar's answer to Question #5B.
"Er...sorry, I haven't really got any inner pain. And I'm not sure I really want to help people so much as...I dunno, I mean, I suppose I just spend a lot of time keeping evil genocidal dark lords from trying to kill me and the people I care about, but I'm not really sure it's philanthropy that I'm practising...." He trailed off, feeling all confused all of a sudden.
Until he took a good look at Quindar's hair. Which was mesmerising. More so than the voices he had heard behind the veil in the Department of Mysteries, more so even than what he had seen in the Mirror of Erised. Slowly, in sort of a daze, he picked up one finger and pointed it at the pretty coiffed locks. "How...how do you get it to stay like that? Mine just...sticks up." Self-consciously, he raised his other hand and fruitlessly attempted to flatten his hair down against his head.
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Date: 2007-08-19 08:59 pm (UTC)"Er...sorry, I haven't really got any inner pain. And I'm not sure I really want to help people so much as...I dunno, I mean, I suppose I just spend a lot of time keeping evil genocidal dark lords from trying to kill me and the people I care about, but I'm not really sure it's philanthropy that I'm practising...." He trailed off, feeling all confused all of a sudden.
Until he took a good look at Quindar's hair. Which was mesmerising. More so than the voices he had heard behind the veil in the Department of Mysteries, more so even than what he had seen in the Mirror of Erised. Slowly, in sort of a daze, he picked up one finger and pointed it at the pretty coiffed locks. "How...how do you get it to stay like that? Mine just...sticks up." Self-consciously, he raised his other hand and fruitlessly attempted to flatten his hair down against his head.