Harry grinned aside at her, walking a little slower, maybe, as he towered over her, a little. Even now, he was silly tall.

"Yep. I'm in the phonebook, even." He had followed his alternate future self's idea in that, because it seemed like a good idea to him, in a way. For what he was doing, anyway.

"Just call me Harry, please. And sure, some do. I hate beards though. They're itchy."

He grinned over at her, then looked ahead again.