“Harry! What happened to you?” Hermione inquired the moment she sat down across from him on the Hogwarts Express, hand waving in front of her face in indication of his black eye.
The very black eye that Harry got when he was trying to impress Tom with his flying skills, then flew into a tree because he was more focused on Tom than where he was going, but he was hardly going to tell her that. Frankly, that was just embarrassing. Tom wouldn’t stop teasing him about it for the entirety of the summer, and he was undoubtedly going to continue to embarrass Harry by reminding him of this incident every single chance he got.
Harry needed an excuse. Fast. So, he didn’t think, and said the first thing that came to his mind.
“I was scrolling through Instagram on my bed. My hand slipped,” he shrugged in a way he hoped to come across nonchalantly.
Hermione blinked. “What’s an… instagram?”
“You don’t know-?“
Then it dropped onto Harry like a huge bucket of ice cold water (he should know, he participated in the Ice Bucket Challenge in 2014).
Oh sweet Salazar, touch screens haven’t even been invented yet, right?