And it was sad, really, because Harry carried no real animosity towards Lena. He vaguely knew who she was and that Tom liked her, but she'd never done anything against him.

Maybe.. maybe that was just enough, though. Funny, having a friend is a crime, but this is Harry we're talking about and his logic isn't always linear.

Harry stood still in the middle of the hall, half turned away. He'd been on his way to pay a visit to someone he'd been meaning to find but there were just so many people in this place and it seemed no matter how stealthy he was he'd run into at least one person.

Poor ting, she hadn't done anything at all, but it didn't stop him from turning, sizing her up, and advancing. If only just to get her out of his way.