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Lily Evans (just_lily) wrote in silverage,

Over the recent years, Lily had gotten used to surveying her surroundings for suspicious activity. She was learning to identify the feeling of someone looking at her, though her logical mind protested the idea that anyone could actually feel the weight of someone's gaze on them. Still and all, she was slowly aware of the fact someone was looking at her. Not just looking, but occasionally staring.

She glanced over herself a time or two in the direction she'd felt the look coming from, and after she'd identified the man she believed it to be, she let her gaze rest on him until the next time he glanced up. She attempted to catch his eye, and if she managed that, she lifted her brows in silent question, even as a coy smile tugged at her lips. She was curious if something about her seemed odd to him, or if he was simply looking because he liked to watch people. She was guilty of people watching herself, and she knew sometimes she stared.

"I imagine the view's better if you get a bit closer," she offered, gesturing with one hand toward the empty seat across from her.