[He wasn't the only one biding his time. Harry picked his way along the banquet table, taking a piece here and there without looking at them, eyes always moving. He knew how many Peacekeepers there were in the room, their uniforms obvious. He knew, a little more roughly, how many of the attendees were 'guests' like himself. And he knew when someone else was playing the watching game too. Another aimless wander across that side of the room, and he leaned against a table near the other watcher, picking at his food with a blankly pleasant expression.]

You look as new as me.