Harry exited the castle in a fury. He had half a mind to jump into the ruddy lake just to have that momentary brain freeze to make all conversations with the Malfoy's and Snape just vanish even for a few seconds.
He had forgotten how hard it was to dodge people or get them to leave you alone. A whole year in a tent with your best mates changed how you dealt with large crowds. And appearances, Harry mused, scratching at his chin.
He caught a glimpse of red hair heading towards the pitch and almost turned around thinking it was Ginny when he realized the body shape wasn't the same.
Changing his direction mid-stride, Harry headed down towards the pitch with one intent in mind. Proving to Snape that he wasn't a liar.
"Mum?" he called from a safe distance, not wanting to startle her.