Harry: "What happened?" Harry asks, tracing the scar on your thumb. You look down to the piece of raised skin before you rub the spot with your own fingers. "When I was in high school, I was repelling at this summer camp and I got caught on the end of one of the cables and it cut me. They had to give me stitches to stop the bleeding so now I have this scar," you explain, watching as he leaned down to kiss your scar. "Wow... you're a baddie," Harry says and you smile. "You know it!"