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Harry frowned softly. Although Luna specifically asked for tawny eyes on the owl he was drawing her, he couldn’t help imagining them silver. Now the sketch was almost finished, he couldn’t help but dread coloring them what his subconscious deemed a ‘wrong’ color. Shaking his head and setting pencil aside, he pulled out another piece of parchment and started drawing silver eyes watching the world from undrawn faces. When five eyes had been drawn on the paper, two pairs and a single larger eye, he taped the paper to the wall above the desk where he worked on his drawings.
