Tell me Ron pointing out that ‘You can still see where those brains got hold of me in the Ministry, look,’ and ‘I’m tall’ when Hermione tells harry that he’s never been more fanciable partly due to seeing the scars on his hand and that he’d grown a foot of the summer isn’t the most adorable thing.
“You’re the one who thought it was a good idea to be
Merlin’s guinea pig.”
“Yes, but I didn’t expect to be stuck like this long
“Henry DeVere!” Crows the head cheerleader, and Harry
drops his face into his hands. Eggsy amuses himself by trying to figure out the
ratio of hair height to face length in the interim.
Harry’s a fuckin’ bombshell, of course, but zapped back to
seventeen he’s got this air of dorky cuteness that has Eggsy reminding himself
every few minutes that Harry can kill him and would not appreciate being
carried around like a little dog. Much as Eggsy might like to do it.