"Well, good luck," she said. Harry nodded before walking past her. He heard a faint, "Be careful, Harry," and he turned back to look at her. She smiled softly, looking after him. "Try and come back not too damaged, eh?" Harry smirked.
"I'll be just fine," he answered and walked out of the locker room. Something about the whole, 'be careful' thing made him feel weird. A good weird, he guessed. He just hadn't heard those words in a while. Someone caring just seemed alien to him. Then again, he reminded himself, she probably only thought of him as a damned body guard.
On the way out to the ring, the voice of the announcer filled the halls and bounced of the gray painted bricks Harry was forced to stare at until he was called to the ring. He listened to the details of his opponent. '250 poun
