: harman-karman refilled their small japanese tea bowls with by now lukewarm tea , then leaned back , looked out over harrys back yard , though he found himself mostly looking at a reflected harry lost in thought , at his long fingers resting on the table , slightly overlappingshould have been a piano player , harman-karman thought , and not for the first timeat his brown hair falling forward , almost into his eyes , at his dark eyes resting on but not really seeing his hands .