I lower my quill to the parchment. I guess I have finally come home.
A Luna Lovegood story lit by the stars and driven by the morning sun.
The sound of her soft voice humming, the smell of tea and honey, the feel of her hair in his fingers – these were the few things that Neville associated with the whole her. Beyond these things, everything else was merely fog. He knew that she had loved him, and would soon come to learn more.
Standing and waiting for the biggest moment of his life to commence, Teddy Lupin is pulled into a reverie of his childhood
What right have I to grieve, to cry? No, I have no right. We were but acquaintances.
Oliver Wood/Cedric Diggory