"Really?" He sounded a little thrilled by the idea because he was. Whatever Snape, Malfoy, anyone said about Harry being worshiped and touted, Harry never saw it that way. Deep down inside, there was still a part of him that was that little boy shoved into a cupboard, taken out only when useful or necessary, whether it were to clean the dishes or to save the day. But there was none of that here, with the threat of both the Dursleys and Voldemort gone. If Effy said she liked him, it had to be that she liked Harry alone, not what he could do or what he stood for. And Harry liked to be liked. It wasn't the most important thing by far, but it warmed him through just then.

"I- I think I'm going to like you too," he said, even though he already did like her.