The Drifter's Memoir of a Second Life
He had let his hair grow out too, and he looked haggard with his bangs covering his eyes.
But he never came up, merely staring at me from afar.
Our eyes met for an instant, but I didn't avoid his gaze and eventually calmly turned away.
Hugging Yannick's arm, I giggled, "Come on, let's go home. I'm hungry!"
"Alright! Let's go!" he chirped. "Grandpa even made you your favorite rib soup!"
And with that, our family chattered jovially as we walked past Harry—I could feel his blazing gaze trailing after me until I disappeared out of that doorway.