His eyes really were silver. They weren't grey, they glowed like the moon. Who'd been much nicer by the way, now that Quirrell was gone. Or well, she wasn't really glaring at Harry anymore, looking like She might smite him at any moment. "What is it?" Harry asked again, and they were really rather close and Harry wasn't even sure when they'd gotten this close, but it wasn't an awful place to be. In fact, it was rather lovely. 