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Fifth floor common room

It was finals season, which meant Willow was very happy. It was also Thursday night, which meant Willow was multi-tasking.

"I don't care what they say," she said in response to what she was watching on the television, "if you're a dancer you wear shoes you can dance in! It's your own fault if your silly boots knock you out of the competition."

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"What year are you from?" Willow asked. It was a good default question for that sort of information.

"This one," Harry said. There had to be some sort of horribly unhealthy salty snack food in one of these cupboards, right? "You?"

"More or less now," Willow said. "So for you this is more of a lifestyle choice than it is an issue of history."

"Sort of. More of a 'I don't wanna blow up the TV' issue. Which is a choice, I guess." He was doing his best to stay far enough away from the TV. If it started going wonky it was entirely not his fault. Really.

"This is possible?" Willow asked. "Because I could surround it with pillows if that would help."

"Technology does not like wizards," Harry said with a shrug. "Well, my kind at least. Don't know about any other types you've got around here. Sometimes stuff blows up. Or breaks down. Or does strange and inexplicable things."

Willow cast a worried look towards the TV. "Really? I've never had the issue but then I'm a witch. Is it very wizard specific?"

"Magic users in general, last I knew. But then last I knew there weren't aliens running around and people didn't turn into little kids randomly. So I could be wrong. Or it might just be my kind of wizard, which is obviously not your kind if you've never accidentally blown up something electronic and expensive just by looking at it funny."

"I'm not saying it never happened," Willow said, "just that it's not as much of a constant fear as it seems to be for you."

"Not so much a fear of the blowing up of things as a fear of the reactions of other people to the blowing up of things," Harry said. "Just never seems to end well. So I usually try not to get to close to anything too electronic, just in case."

"Do you have problems with your clothes getting all staticy too?" Willow asked, curious.

"Not that I ever noticed." Harry looked down at his clothes and shrugged. "So nah, don't think so."

"Do you have problems turning lights on?" Willow asked. "Or do you stick to candles? Oh my gosh - Computers! How do you handle computers??"

"The lights here haven't been a problem," Harry said. "...yet. I went through a lot of lightbulbs before I was here. And lots of candles. Computers I stay far far away from."

"You poor thing!" Willow said. "That's awful!"

"Somehow I manage," Harry said, trying to sound very serious and probably failing.

"You're very brave," Willow said, with all sincerity.

"Uh, thanks I think. I do my best."

"I don't envy you."

"Eh, it's not so bad. Never really used 'em so it's not like it's a huge loss, you know?"

Willow stared at him as though he were speaking another language.

"What?"

"Maybe it's for the best if I say no more," Willow said.

"Did I say something weird?"

"No, no!" Willow hastily assured him.

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