Harry was shifting between feet as we went over the plan for tonight’s DA. I would not have minded his shifting, but I felt a tenseness in the air. One that I couldn’t place a finger on. Something that would have had my emotions fraying at the seams earlier in the school year. It seemed that constantly being harassed by certain students and Umbridge made you numb to it. Not only that, but my mind was on several different things since that conversation with Professor Firenze a month ago. Maybe Harry knew what caused his distress. "What’s wrong? You seem.. tense."