Eyes
Theodore sits, unwavering, in his designated breakfast seat.
Forks clanking, spoons churning.
His daily routine had just begun.
Theodore knows that at exactly 7 o'clock at the Ravenclaw dining table, Luna Lovegood positions herself the side opposite where he does, wherever he might be.
He never faces her direction, but he never ceases to feel Luna's eyes on him.
Those eerily clouded eyes, boring into his body and mind as if they were searching for an intangible idea…
Something that couldn't possibly be there... much like her sanity.
He quite enjoys the childish game, allowing her to delight in his heavenly, good looks.
But on this morning, this exact and particular morning, he doesn't know why he does it, but he experimentally stares back.
But wait...
What's this?
The bundles of nerves that spring up in his skin don't come.
She has finally stopped her habitual stares.
With feelings of loss and longing... though he didn't know exactly why... Theodore sincerely hoped that she found what she was looking for.