He saw down at the one empty table, choosing the bench so that he could have a full view on the common room. He glanced at the path that he had recently taken and was slightly surprised to note that the space he had occupied had been filled. He hadn't carved a path, instead the sea of people parted around him and then rose to fill the empty space once he was gone. His passage was now invisible, as though he had simply appeared in this seat rather then walked to it.
He placed his hands on the table and looked at them, for a moment feeling self-conscious about where he should put them. Looking up from his hands he relaxed a bit noting that no one, not even the people sitting closest to him seemed to be paying any attention to him or his hands.
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