Strangely, the next morning, it wasn’t Harry that Seamus seemed to be avoiding, but Ron. He very deliberately got ready on the side of his bed that was furthest from Ron, but was therefore closer to Harry, his eyes fixed on the buttons of his shirt and never straying. Ron was reacting much the same, and was somehow managing to put his socks on angrily, his back determinedly facing towards the other boy. The tension in the room was palpable, and even Trevor seemed to give a ribbit of reproach at the unpleasant atmosphere. As a father of two nearly-teenaged boys, however, Harry was an expert at ignoring childish sulking, and got ready as normal.  