"It's safe to say that most guys are a mixture of brave and stupid," Harry admitted with a laugh.

Penelope stood with a grin. "Come on Roger, it's our turn," she said, grabbing his hand and dragging him into the closet the two had just vacated.

While Harry still felt pressure of some kind being back here as a first year, he also felt like he could properly enjoy himself and enjoy school, enjoy being with Hermione (especially now that they cleared the air). He felt... freer and happier than he did as an eleven year old the first go around. But, he figured, that was likely to be expected. They had a lot of work to do but for the moment, he could enjoy this time with her and the friends they were making.