"Mm--a little looser--thumb and forefinger, and then the, the rest of the fingers support the sword--" His hands look more like Feuilly's hands. Feuilly smiles a little at that--and then, shyly, sideways, up at Harry. "It's fun," he says, just a hint of question in there. "That is--it's work--but I bet football is too? And that's fun?"

It must be: he can't imagine a Harry that doesn't love doing what he does best.