#lovgd

Beyond flying lessons in first year Susan had avoided getting back on a broom, while others called it exhilarating she preferred to have both feet firmly on the ground. But even she couldn’t deny that the energy in the Great Hall the morning before a Quidditch match was thrilling, “House loyalties aside Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw to win.”

palm touches at palm,    her pale hand as light as any feather...      he curls his fingers around hers with a sigh of relief,     letting the hard glint of his shoulders relax:    his body hasn’t known ease for quite a while   [it hadn’t known anything but the vague tremble of pain,   so deep that it had seemed to replace his own heart].      ‘      i haven’t given a speech in quite a long time,        ’       he admits,   his free hand lifting to mess with his tie.    it felt too tight around his throat,    like he was one bad trip away from choking himself out.     he squeezes her hand and gulps,   an audible little noise crawling free from his body.      ‘     you’re going to be right there in the audience,   won’t you?    for when i inevitably make a fool of myself?        ’      @lovgd​

                     starter call.                   @lovgd​

“Quicker than me,” Harry agrees, looking around anxiously. “What are you reading in this crowd now? It’s feeling pretty tense to me, personally.”

“It’ll be fine.” Neville’s voice still shakes a little bit. He doesn’t know how well he can handle this. He’s not sure he can handle it at all. “You’ve been to your fair share of these trials, Luna. And there’s plenty of students testifying against the Carrows. Not wanting me to go alone doesn’t mean you have to be the one to go with me.”

“Thanks, Luna,” she says quietly. “I’m really glad you’re here.”

“If this is too much of a risk.... I don’t want anyone you care about getting hurt.”