I don't actually talk about me very much. Ever.

[There's a pause as Harry gets up to move around while he speaks.]

If you want impersonal, who to fight, who to trust - that I can do in person - but, for the rest, the phone might be better.

[Even with the false sense of distance that the phone brings, it might be telling that he's far more comfortable offering up a battle briefing than discussing school days. There's a sense of obligation here, that he owes personal information to a man that might one day be his father -- no, strike that, that might be the father of some other Harry Potter.]

School was fine. I was always very busy and didn't do too well, but I've a couple friends and, and I really wish you could meet them. I think you'd like them a lot. Hermione is brilliant. She's so smart and remembers everything she's ever read and won't let you forget that she's read it. And Ron, he's my other good friend, he's solidly good and smart in a whole different way. He knows who everyone is and which Quidditch team they cheer for.

[It's unintentional, but Harry lets the conversation slip away from himself and over to other people.]