I was copying out a verse from one of my favorite poems when Harry came up behind me. He was silent for a moment, but then he spoke.
"Your handwriting is beautiful."
"It's mediocre, actually." I laughed.
"There is nothing mediocre about it! It is neat. It is stylish. And it is well-done. This makes it beautiful. That, and it is an attribute of you."
I looked at him, puzzled. He smiled at me.
"Everything about you is beautiful to me."