[ harry's getting to his feet now. he wasn't told to stay put - and if it wasn't a forced order he probably wouldn't listen anyway. he's on his feet, picking a stray cork he has from a bottle that's somewhere in the room being empty and now tossing it back and forth between his hands. something to play with.
his eyes stay on petre, watching, studying. trying to read the energy he got off him. it's not an uncontrolled bounce off the walls sort of energy, he doesn't think. john's was. like fire. petre's definitely excited though. it makes harry smile further.
and further because petre's laughing. he laughs too, if only because he thinks it's contagious. they laugh differently, he notes. ]
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his eyes stay on petre, watching, studying. trying to read the energy he got off him. it's not an uncontrolled bounce off the walls sort of energy, he doesn't think. john's was. like fire. petre's definitely excited though. it makes harry smile further.
and further because petre's laughing. he laughs too, if only because he thinks it's contagious. they laugh differently, he notes. ]
I don't think anyone in this room listens.
[ look at them. are they getting along now? ]