( also on the list of his current belongings is something of an unimpressed stare, watching harry the taller's shoulders for an opportunity to move without being scolded. teenagers and their attitudes, you know. he's the chosen one, he has magic, he shouldn't be grounded to the sofa from some old guy with an attitude problem.

almost too predictably, and not without it's own flair at simply being difficult, harry does surge up to inspect a pile of feathers once the opportunity reveals itself, humming thoughtfully at a glance. )

Horrendously sorry, sir. I didn't keep count. ( deadpan, he lifts a feather up with the point of his wand, examining it. ) With such an elegant solution, you must have your fair share of experiences with magic.