Lena McFarland

“I’ll miss you too. But I’ll write you, yeah?”

“Y-y-yeah, of c-c-course.”

Thank you. This time next year you’ll be one of the graduates too.

“I kn-kn-know,” Lena said sadly, biting her bottom lip. “I’m gl-gl-glad I have another y-y-year.”

You’re doing well, don’t worry. 

“Congratulations, b-b-by the way o-o-on gr-graduating.”

But can you believe it? We actually made it!

“C-c-congr-gr-gratulations. I’m g-g-going to m-m-miss you n-n-next year.”

Graduation is finally here. 

“I-I-I do s-s-so much b-better behind th-th-the camera, th-th-though.”

theutopos:

“That’s not what I’m concerned about. I don’t go around picking fights with them, but I’m sure as hell not gonna just let them hurt me. And I’ll make damn well sure you’re able to really defend yourself so they don’t hurt you ever again.”

“You h-h-have no idea wh-wh-what you’d do. I w-w-was there for d-d-days, th-th-there’s only s-s-so much p-p-people can t-t-take and they kn-know that.”

lovelyastridbergesfrisbey:

“Look, I’m not saying that it’s right or justified that the Death Eaters are fucking attacking people, but if you don’t protect yourself, you’re just making their jobs easier.”

“I tr-tr-tried, but th-th-the more you f-f-fight, the m-m-more they h-hurt you. M-m-maybe you’re c-c-concerned about m-m-making their j-j-job hard, but I h-h-had to survive.”

“Nothing? Have you ever defended yourself before without a wand?”

“I tr-tr-tried, but it l-l-learned not t-t-to qu-qu-quickly.”