That is somebody with a paint gun almost like that guy with the pinstripe going " I have to follow this curve perfectly… with this black paint and not mess it up."
" Yeah, it's just that it's new, and I know how important it is. I don't want to mess it up or break it or burn it to the ground or anything, " Sadness explained.
She appeared to be utterly indifferent to the circumstance that her bonnet, hair, and garments were becoming wet and disarranged by the moisture of her cold, harsh pillow.
The next moment, he, Ron, and Hermione were engulfed, hugged, pounded on the back, their hair ruffled, their hands shaken, by what seemed to be more than twenty people.
The truth was that Ron had just reminded Harry forcibly of another Gryffindor Quidditch player who had once sat rumpling his hair under this very tree.