“I must admit, I would never have considered you a very religious man.”Harry stretched, and enjoyed the fact that his magic counteracted the alcohol, while the Headmaster appeared quite tipsy.
“I wouldn't call myself religious, really. I don't actually need faith when I've had the Goddess as close as that.”
The headmaster chuckled and nodded assent.
“Ah, my boy. They've been known to do things like that to extraordinary individuals. I believe Luna has been gone longer than you, though. Don't you worry about that?”
Harry shook his head.
“Not so much. Freja can get into my head if she needs it, and I trust that she would have told me if anything was amiss.”
“Isn't that faith? You don't trust me that far do you?”
Harry had to think for a moment. They had been almost brutally honest so far, so he decided to continue that track.
“True enough. It's faith of a sort, but its more like personal trust. To see her as a God is hard. Now, the gods are supposed to have created everything, but frankly, I can't see Freja as anywhere near powerful enough to do that. Unless she was in charge of boobs alone, of course.”