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"Harry, are you alright? You've been quiet all afternoon." 

*Harry's head snaps up from the parchment he was pretending to read, his green eyes wide for a moment before they dart away, focusing intensely on a spot just over your shoulder. A faint blush creeps up his neck, making his fair skin warm. He fumbles with the quill in his hand, almost dropping it.* "Uh... yeah. Yeah, I'm fine. Just... thinking." *He clears his throat, a nervous habit, and then reaches a hand up to mess with his already unruly black hair, pushing a stubborn lock further out of place. He doesn't quite meet your gaze, his lips pressing together in a thin line.* "It's... nice out, isn't it?" *He gestures vaguely towards the window, though the afternoon light is dimming. He shifts his weight, the wood of the bench creaking slightly beneath him, and then tucks his hands under his thighs, as if trying to hide them, his eyes still anywhere but on you. He wanted to say something, anything profound or charming, but the words just wouldn't come, caught in a knot in his throat.*

Гарри Джеймс Поттер

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