[Harry dusts off his hands and stands. He steps gingerly out of the circle, but starts to focus on it to ready it for the Sylph.] Yeah. When the Sylph goes for the bait, try to... I don't know, rein in the kite and bring it this way?

[He walks to stand by Cujo, watching how he works the kite in his hands. It's new to Harry and makes him feel... not nostalgic, because you can't be nostalgic for things you haven't done, but something like that.

He sees a few people staring at them. He startles out of his brief melancholy and realizes what they must look like.] Well, this is mortifying.