Despite the fact that the lacrosse frat house felt like it was filled to the brim, Harry's attention was fixated on the car crash unfolding before him. Somewhere to his right he heard Ron laugh out a surprised<span style="font-style: italic">oh shit</span>at the sudden shift in tone between Draco and Blaise; the gesture suddenly felt so intimate that Harry had to advert his eye, feeling like he was prying on them. Instead, his eyes found Chad, standing a couple of yards away.<br/>Even taken the distance, the dim lighting and the loud music into consideration, Harry knew exactly was was going through Chad's mind. The lacrosse player didn't meet his eyes, and Harry didn't even attempt to follow it, well aware of who he was looking at.<br/>"It's gunna get ugly," Ron offered, having too turned to watch Chad's reaction unfold.<br/>"Yeah," Harry just exhaled, almost exhausted. "Chad's gonna snap."