37. Eyes: Watching
He hated that Potter boy. Stupid Potter and his stupid friends. He stumbled as he walked, gagging on the stench of the Dungbombs left over from the Foul Foursome's latest prank. It would never wash out of his robes. Of course Lily had been watching. Watching him lose face to Potter once again.
Dammit, I'm starting to think she knows ahead of time. It was uncanny – since the last time they'd spoken (arguing about Potter, naturally, and weeks ago), she always showed up to witness Potter and Company embarrass him.
Years later, he could feel that unrelenting gaze of green.