[That gets an incisive look - perhaps one Harry's used to seeing in the mirror when something really gets his attention - and for a second the smile falters, because he needs another breath and because he still isn't sure whether or not he liked being trumped. It's an ongoing debate. Power. Loss. More. Less. Greed. Surrender.
He sits up properly. Runs a hand through his hair, perfectly arranged, honey gold, roots starting to show. He'll have to take care of them soon. He rarely lets himself go. Appearances are key. You understand.
His chest heaves with another chuckle (all teeth) when he asks,]
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He sits up properly. Runs a hand through his hair, perfectly arranged, honey gold, roots starting to show. He'll have to take care of them soon. He rarely lets himself go. Appearances are key. You understand.
His chest heaves with another chuckle (all teeth) when he asks,]
How do I feel.