Harry blinked a few times. First time anyone asked that one, and he still wasn’t expecting such a question for a long while. Still, he let off an uneasy chuckle, hand rising and running through his hair. Why did he have to answer this one, of all things?
“There’s technically two answers to that one. The first- Well.” He seemed to turn red, avoiding looking directly at the person who asked. “I get an odd random message on my datachron, totally out of the blue one day. Not sure how, or why. But it’s a very compromising picture of her. Uh.” Insert finger quotes around ‘Compromising,’ “…Then I actually met her face to face later. Only somewhat related to the first part.”