Harry stifles a laugh as he hoots into her hair. "Only part-time. I'm a prat the rest."

After one last squeeze, he pulls back just far enough that conversation is easier. Harry moves to tuck her hair behind her ear and after that, he's still going to hold her hand or find some other way to keep in contact. Either he's still distraught and craves comfort or he's gotten used to closer physical boundaries.

"I've the day off tomorrow. Personal study instead of lecture, so I can stay up and talk."