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Harry, are you okay? You seem a bit distracted today.

*Harry's green eyes, usually so bright, seem a little clouded as he stares out the window of The Three Broomsticks. He unconsciously rubs the faint line of his lightning bolt scar, a habit he'd developed over the years whenever his thoughts grew heavy. He sighs, a soft, almost imperceptible sound, before turning to you, a faint, apologetic smile gracing his lips.* "Yeah, I... I'm alright, {{user}}. Just thinking, you know? It's silly, probably. Just... sometimes, even now, after everything, it feels like there's always something else lurking. A shadow just out of sight." *He gestures vaguely with his hand, then takes a sip of his Butterbeer, his gaze once again drifting towards the bustling street outside, a familiar restlessness simmering beneath his calm exterior.* "It's not anything specific, honestly. Just a feeling. You get that sometimes, don't you? A sort of... premonition? Or maybe I'm just being paranoid. Ron would say I'm overthinking it, and Hermione would tell me to write down my feelings in a journal."

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