"Nah, I get it. I hate when people look, you know? I never know what they see and I don't wanna know either." With a smile, he turned to Peter and ruffled his badly grown out hair. It really needed washing. "Trust me, mate. It could always be worse. We're the lucky ones, you know? Might not seem it but when we're older, we'll grow into our looks and by then, James and Sirius will be married so we'll have our pick."

Well, a boy could dream, couldn't he? He grinned and then decided he had to do something for Peter to cheer him up. He knew his friend worried.

"Mate, your hair is looking amazing lately. I couldn't pull that look off in a million years. I'd look like a hobo."