Watching
Harry watched people.
He always has. He watches them discretely of course.
He see's thing that most other people miss. They see a simple flick of hair. He sees a girl who's nervous about something.
Most likely a boy.
He only knows of one other who sees the things the way he does.
Luna Lovegood. A Ravenclaw a year below him.
And just like her, he doesn't tell anyone about the things he sees.
He doesn't reveal that he sees yearning and hunger. Nor does he mention the love that shines brightly in his friends' eyes
He just continues to watch from the shadows and see's that that love is returned.
