( 𝙞𝙣 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙩 ― 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙛𝙤𝙮 / 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙥𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 )

[0000 | EXPLANATION]

IF HIS FRIENDS WEREN'T ALREADY RATTLED BY HIS ODD BEHAVIOR, then they would surely be confused as to why Harry was wearing a thick scarf in both the blazing heat, and the humid atmosphere of Griffin High's cafeteria.

It was during a mid-bite of his ham and cheese sandwich that Ron Weasley caught onto Harry's act , the tall and laid-back redhead watching curiously his best friend (attempted to) discreetly join(ed) them at the lunch table the very next day, avoiding eye contact with everyone that came near.

"Harry?"

"Um, yeah?"

"Why are you wearing that?"

He looked up, his bright green eyes widening as he noticed the attention from the whole entire table, "Oh...this?"

He pointed at it, letting out a nervous laugh, "Yeah, um, I get cold easily. Surely you remembered, right?" He said, but his voice was muffled so badly by the fabric that soon the odd stares turned over into small laughs.

Exactly what he had hoped for.

But as he his eyes over went over to Ron, who still wore an expression of confusion and suspicion, it was clear his plan it hadn't worked for everyone at the table.

But even so, from this, the atmosphere set back into its regular, and conversations soon resumed--everybody either talking about either their school lives, personal lives, something random that happened today, or what the did over the weekend; sharing rounds of laughter, of course.

Eventually, Hermione joined them, her bag giving out a loud 'thump!' as she plopped her bag down at her feet. Whatever seemed to be on her mind was erased the moment she looked over at her friend's weird appearance, "Harry, you're wearing--"

"--A scarf, yeah. Don't you remember?" He lowered his voice as he tried to get her to understand the situation, " I get cold easily."

"No," She interrupted with an eye-roll, (for she'd turned away, and hadn't caught onto his words in the exact second),"That was caused from--"

Hermione paused, now catching onto to Harry (who was furiously telling her to stop with hand gestures) "--Falling asleep while doing your homework." She saved, quick to make up the rest of the story,

"Remember? The pen exploded and covered a good bit of your neck. But since you left the air on," She scoffed as she suppressed a laugh, "It wouldn't be a surprise to see that your skin is now sensitive to certain temperatures, either."

She finished with a glance over at Harry (who mouthed 'thank you' ) sat with a relieved expression.

Ron, who'd been watching the entire thing, shrugged, "Oh, okay."

He'd turned back to face Dean, the two continuing their conversation about the lastest football match. And while the scene had faded from his mind, and he was already off the matter, it hadn't been the same for his two best friends.

They knew he'd had a good mask for concealing his feelings, and they thought this was one of those times (although, it actually wasn't.)

"Well, I'll be back." Ron announced as he stood from the table with his bag, exiting out the doors.

Their eyes widened and they turned toward each other, "Go and tell him!" Hermione urged as Harry stood up not long after, following him.