#notalionleo

Oh, just so, so much. I adore Leo so much that I’m going to be sure to throw a pillow at his ginormous head as soon as I see him again.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Leo. You know I hate things I don’t understand, and I don’t want to try and sit here and explain something and be totally inept at it. Just... you care about me, don’t you? Just trust me that it’s all too confusing, and I don’t want to bother you by making it seem like I’m sitting here feeling sorry for myself. I’ll get over it soon, I promise. I’ve just been feeling off lately, but I’m sure it’s nothing a nice reread of Anna Karenina can’t cure. You’re my human pillow, by the way, so get comfy -- it’s over 800 pages, we’re going to be here all day.”

“It’s okay, Leo. I know it’s important for you to stay here with Cassie during the holidays; you don’t need to worry about coming home with me. I’ll have Kelsey there, and dad, and... and I won’t even miss mum at all, I promise. It’s fine that she doesn’t want to see me, it is. I can’t get hurt if I’m not expecting anything, so please -- please just let me not have hope, just this one time? You don’t have to mention it again, just maybe if I look sad this week you can hug me and not say anything? We’ll both know, but it’s... it’s hard to talk about sometimes. Please?”

“I don’t care what you say, Leo Spinnet, I am absolutely not getting back on that broomstick! I’m going to fall right off it and then splat goes the Becca! No thank you. I much prefer my seat in the stands, where I can hide my face in a book and use that to swat away any stray Quaffles. You got me to fly around a couple of feet above the air, but that’s all you’re getting out of me. Baby steps, okay? Or baby flights, but I’m not ready to go any higher today. These things don’t even have straps to keep you from falling, and I don’t see you volunteering to hold onto me, mister!”

“You’re believing in the wrong person, Leo. I can’t do it, I can’t. I’ve tried and I’ve tried and I just feel like I’m never going to be good enough. Dad was so brave, and he helped start a rebellion. And Jules, Jules is a superhero, and Jason’s off traveling the world and saving animals and taking care of himself. And I can’t, I can’t do anything right. I’m just this girl with her head stuck in the clouds, I can’t even cast a hex, I can’t even save myself! What good am I to anyone else? Why do I even try when I know I’ll never be half the person any of you are?”