Her eyes lingered for a moment on Neville’s cloak, which was fastened under his left ear, and on Weasley, who Harry realised had a smudged nose. Harry nervously smoothed at his hair, before catching himself. It wouldn’t do to appear nervous; but he needn't have worried. McGonagall's smile seemed just a little softer when it fell on him. Harry wondered who she was really seeing —him or his father. 