[Harry opened his mouth and then shut it looking thoughtful. What did it feel like? He'd never actually thought about it before, it was just a part of him.]


Suppose it's sort o'like a buzz? A tingle on th'skin. Pressure sometimes. Sometimes it feels like someone's starin at ye, th'hairs on yer nape standin up.


[He gestured with his finger rubbing over his nape.]


S'no' always like tha, but right now, it's pressure an tingles. Heavy magic in th'air. Big spells.