&. knocking on heavens door

“So, what is it then? And is it less complicated than what is going on in this castle?”

“Chemistry is the muggle equivalent of Potions, practically. So, it depends on how you’re doing in Potions -- I’ve not been here most of the year so I have no idea if you’re BLOWING people up or if you’re at Ernie’s level.” In response to it being complicated all around them, she just shook her head, “It’s definitely less complicated, because I’ve got no bloody clue what is, R. I’m sort of inclined to just ... have a smoke and not think about it. My brain’s just got too much to think about, you know?”

@hannahsabbott

❝I can’t listen to your lies anymore.❞

“I was just trying to help.”

@hannahsabbott

❝Don’t tell my mother.❞

Hannah did a double take when she looked to see who had spoken to her, “Ce-Cedric?”

It felt unreal. She felt unreal. With Hannah under Nev’s arms, she felt airy, as though maybe she might slip out from under their arms like she had last year. They were so consumed by her presence, any words coming out of their mouth were uncontrollable, and so out of character for the usual way in which they thought everything over in anxiety. “Because you’re here. And I missed you – in a way which Harry and Seamus and the likes called unhealthy. But…I can’t. I don’t want you to think our first kiss was because…I pitied you because of the last year, or something.”

It was like Neville had read her mind, because that was exactly what she was thinking despite knowing that they wouldn’t ever dare pity her -- it was still her guilty feeling. Over the months she’d gotten stares of PITY left and right, poor, Hannah having her mum murdered by Death Eaters, poor Hannah this, poor Hannah that, and it made her want to never be pitied again. It made her want to fight this war and win, something she knew Neville out of all people understood. They knew all too well. “I HOPE you know that when our first kiss happens, it’ll be brilliant. I promise. For the record though, I don’t pity you and you don’t pity me. Never have, never will, that’s how it’s always been and that’s how it’ll always be.” No one had said anything against giving Neville a quick kiss on the cheek though, which is exactly what she did before whispering, “I missed you so much, Susan and Willa are sort of giving me the side eye when they see me sneaking looks at you during meals. Ernie’s making barf noises, usually.” Hannah wrapped her arms tighter around their waist, “ -- -- My mum, she ............. told me to say hello to you, before what happened.”

❝I really want to kiss you.❞ @hannahsabbott

Was it a dream? Lying next to Neville, finding some quiet in the buzzing noise that was all around them she felt relieved. Hannah didn’t feel the anxiety that she’d been accustomed to running through her veins, she just felt safe. Hannah looked up at them, feeling a warm sort of nervousness spread over her chest, “why now?”

“Why the hell do all these mudbloods keep hugging me?”

“With an attitude like that, I really haven’t a CLUE.”

    “okay, fucking hell — i can ( sort of ) accept that i am in the god damned future – well, not really, but whatever – but is this what you future-ions call music? because honest to god, this is even worse than punk, and that’s saying something, seriously.”

“Oi!” Hannah looked over at the boy who’d insulted the music she’d been playing on her radio. The music she’d been playing had a welcome distraction while she had been at school. Completely ignoring the comment about him being in the FUTURE, she defended her music, “Savage Garden has gotten through me a lot.”

@hannahsabbott

❝Chemistry’s the one with the shapes and shit, right?❞

Hannah shook her head, a small, genuine smile on her face. “Lovely Rolf, I feel HORRIBLE telling you it isn’t. You’ve got such a hopeful look on your face.”