"Oh!" cries out Luna, her knees buckling again, half-asleep, and she clings to his hand more tightly. "This must be-- near Shell Cottage." She breathes in the ocean air, and perhaps the most telling thing is that it smells like the Island. Like home.
She turns to Draco, silvery eyes brilliant with joy and pride in him, and she doesn't care if he laughs at her for it, but at this moment it's Draco filling her eyes and heart.
"I knew you could," she whispers, and then glances around. "There are others here," she suddenly says, her bright face falling. "I shouldn't grab you so."
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Date: 2010-06-07 06:24 am (UTC)She turns to Draco, silvery eyes brilliant with joy and pride in him, and she doesn't care if he laughs at her for it, but at this moment it's Draco filling her eyes and heart.
"I knew you could," she whispers, and then glances around. "There are others here," she suddenly says, her bright face falling. "I shouldn't grab you so."