Louis was quiet. It’d always been that way. He knew sign language, but it never really came in handy. He didn’t speak unless it was necessary, in some cases it meant not speaking for days. People at school didn’t understand if he was mute or not, but they never paid him much attention anyway. He was quiet and shy and always kept to himself, half because he got really nervous around new people and half because of not wanting to get attached to the people around him since his mum’s job tended to move around a lot. He wore big jumpers and glasses and jeans and he was small so no one really noticed him unless he spoke, which wasn’t often at all. When he got comfortable enough, he could be a bit more talkative, but being quiet seemed easier to him. Harry was fascinated by the boy and was determined gain is trust and have him talk.