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𝒟𝒶𝓅𝒽𝓃𝑒, 

          𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒹𝓇𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒸 𝑜𝓇 𝒸𝓁𝒾𝒸𝒽𝑒, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼’𝓂 𝓌𝓇𝒾𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑜𝓌𝓃 𝓈𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝒹𝓈 𝑒𝓍𝒾𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝑜𝓇𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇. 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓌𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒, 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝒶𝒸𝒽𝒾𝑒𝓋𝑒. 𝐵𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝐼 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒾𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝑜 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝒻𝑒, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒹𝑜 𝒾𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑜𝓃𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓁𝓎. 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽 𝐼 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇𝓎𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓋𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝒹𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝐹𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓀𝒾𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼, 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓊𝓈 𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒, 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝑔𝓇𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓊𝓅, 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑒𝑒𝓂𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜𝑜 𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑜𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝒷𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑜𝓊𝓃𝒹. 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝓌𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓇 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑒 𝓊𝓅 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓈𝓃’𝓉 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁. 𝐿𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝑜𝓂𝓂𝑜𝓃 𝓇𝑜𝑜𝓂 𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒸𝒽𝑜𝑜𝓁, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈. 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒶 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝒹𝑒𝓈𝓅𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓌𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓌 𝓊𝓅 𝒾𝓃, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓎 𝐼’𝓂 𝑔𝑜𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝑜 𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝑜𝓉𝒽 𝒷𝑒𝒽𝒾𝓃𝒹... 

          𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌, 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊’𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓈𝓉 𝒾𝓂𝓅𝑜𝓇𝓉𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓂𝓎 𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹, 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝓉𝑜𝑜. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒷𝑒𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓈𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇. 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

               “Are you nervous at all, Lovebug?”  Neville asks this because he is nervous.  Nervous that she’ll forget about him and other silly things like that.

        He responds to his anxiety by stuffing various photos of himself within one of her bottomless bags.  The moving images flash him nervous looks, as it’s quite a drop to the bottom of the bag.  Neville does this without looking up, forgetting that his girlfriend is there, watching his peculiar behavior.  He’ll drop some small potted plants in there, too— Vegetation that some of the creatures she’ll be searching for may enjoy eating.  And one of his own favorite sweaters, should Luna get cold.  And catnip for Noctis.  Okay, he’d packed everything she’d need.  

                It’s now that he looks up and catches her gaze and responds by blushing profusely.  “Sorry.  I just— I don’t want you to forget anything.”

          it would be the one and only time harry has ever seen his mother, full forced, molly weasley level, furious with him. not just angry, but a tempest fury. first of all harry should know better than to use a spell he never has use before, let alone a spell he does not know what it does. especially on another student. she is disappointed in her son because she raised him better, he knows better. and he would have had to work so hard to get back on her good graces. (also harry was lucky severus was there otherwise draco would have died and lily knows this, and she would make sure harry understood the level of severity.)

         yes, she loves harry, with all her heart, she will do anything and everything to protect him. but he dug this hole. he was told time and time again by everyone to let it go, and he wouldn’t. on top of the punishment severus gave him, lily probably gave harry one of her own. probably not detention, she would have come up with something. (she agrees with severus’ punishment but she really wants to just drive the lesson home) but lily would not have been happy with harry at all. she knows he feels guilty, and terrible and understands his mistake, but that doesn’t mean she is going to let her son get off so easily. 

                  “They won’t say anything,” Neville reminds her— Probably for the hundredth time.  He fingers his bus ticket.  “Probably just walk around us and not realize we’re there.”

       Neville’s taking Luna to visit his parents for the first time.  It’s nerve-wracking to say the least. Not only were they traveling by Muggle bus, but Gran wasn’t there.  He was navigating London alone.  With Luna.  What if he got them lost? He’d studied Muggle transportation for weeks before that day, their routes, how tickets worked, how to get off, etc., yet he was still nervous.  But perhaps he was worrying himself over these little things to ignore the real thing troubling him: What if Luna was hating all of this and what if she pitied him after?

        He knew the trip wouldn’t be exactly fun: His parents didn’t speak and rarely acknowledged his existence when he visited.  They looked like frail, broken people with wispy hair and sagging, sallow faces.  Slowly trudging about as if they bad bricks tied to their legs and weights on their necks.  As much as he loved them, their appearances were sad ones.  Pitiful ones.  Neville was proud of them and proud to be their son, but it’d be a cruel lie to say they looked well.  Or acted with sense.  Even so, he felt a pang of guilt thinking these painful truths.  Neville clenches his jaw.  Gods, he really hoped this would go all right. 

too lazy to link memes today // @spectrespecced