Harry genuinely believed Malfoy would have cursed him, had the doors not swung open; Harry himself jumped at the sound, the context making him expect the snap of a spell rather than the hammering on wood.<br/>Out of the corner of his eye, Harry had seen the tension build in Malfoy's shoulders and jaw, yet eventually amounting to nothing. In that moment, his brain already starting to cloud with adrenaline, all Harry could think about was whether or not Malfoy sat feeling unresolved; as if he had held in a sneeze.<br/>With his heart in his throat, Harry finally straightened his posture, resting his forearms against the edge of the table. Getting Malfoy out of his immediate line of sight did help to eliminate one source of nauseating anxiety. Now, with his view of the Great Hall having improved, he found that the source of his nausea was his inability to meet Hagrid's eye.<br/>Hagrid, who Harry had kept in touch with and had remained, for decades, Harry's first friend, beamed at the sight of Harry at the high table. Harry himself felt like death, unable to even direct his eyes towards the man, let alone the parade of children than followed him. Awkwardly, Harry's eyes instead dipped to his plate.