— Um... have you ever fixed a nose before?
— No. But I've done several toes, and how different are they, really?
— ... Okay, yeah, sure, give it a go.
— Episkey! [a loud crack]
— Augh...!
[rubs his nose gingerly; looks at Luna]
— Well? How do I look?
— Exceptionally ordinary.
— ... Brilliant.
This was mine. How extraordinary. And it looks the same as it did the last time I saw it. The reflection has changed a bit.
— You don't know how hard it is being a woman looking the way I do.
— Yeah, well. You don't know how hard it is being a man looking at a woman, looking the way you do.
— You look like you don't give a shit.
— I met somebody, someone I really like.
Look at those cheekbones. I could cut myself slapping that face. Would you like me to try?