His eyes shone for a few minutes as he watched Noel pour the meat into a pot. A part of him itched to stay back and watch him cook the meat, however, he knew he couldn't.
He simply smiled wryly before leaving the kitchen.
A few minutes later, a figure with straight brown hair donned in a white top, red jacket and black pants that fitted him perfectly stood at a corner in the restaurant.
The eyes of the figure who was Harry wandered around the restaurant, taking in every detail.
Unlike his demeanour at the academy which was quite indifferent, his eyes were more welcoming this time.
Due to the nature of his job, he couldn't just keep a stiff appearance and had to be more welcoming.
At first, he found it hard to do this but with time, he slowly got used to it and got better at keeping a smile. His high charm also helped with this as it made even the littlest move of his seem more attractive.
