Art Club - Art
No Words
You watched her walk past, steps light and careful as if the ground would break if she tread too heavily. Her eyes are wide, gazing through everything most people saw to see what no one else could. She did not part the crowd as she traversed the corridors, yet she managed to walk right through any crowd unruffled, untouched by the bustling around her. Her destination always seemed to be just another adventure through a world she was seeing for the first time, despite the four years she had been in the castle for already.
You had found the number of people you didn't know amazing. The vast castle had always seemed to be occupied by only a small number of people, each seemingly familiar with everyone else but choosing to remain in their own small bubbles, out of familiarity and house pride.
Dumbledore's Army had shown you how little you truly knew. There had been people there that you had never interacted with, not even to ask them to 'pass the toast' over breakfast, or crash into while rushing down a corridor.
The four Houses never existed within that magical room where you trained for a war the Ministry did not want to admit was coming. You hadn't been entirely believing, wanting to remain in the fragile grip of peace for a little linger, but you knew that it would be better to be prepared with no war than to be unprepared while facing a war.
If there was anything you had learned from what happened to your parents, you had learned to be careful, and watchful of your surroundings. You wanted to be careful so you don't worry Gran.
If you were honest to yourself, you had not joined Dumbledore's Army to fight in the war. You had wanted to stay as far away from the war as possible. You only wanted the possibility of finally not being as much of a disappointment as you constantly felt. You wanted to be able to use a wand as easily as Gran, and the rest of your family did.
You knew that they were proud enough of you for being Sorted into Gryffindor as your parents had been. The Hat had seen more bravery in you than anyone else had, and the Hat was never wrong, yet that did not mean that you had to constantly be in dangerous situations.
You had outgrown the timid image of who you once were within the confines of that magical room. You found your magic, you found your purpose, you found the bravery you had never thought you possessed.
You also found one other thing, a small niggling little happiness that was just as important in your world as anything else. It had been an incredible surprise to find something as simple and comforting, but you were ever so glad that you had.
"Neville."
"Luna."
You find no surprise in her tone, despite knowing that she could never have noticed you from among the crowd in the corridor. Her voice was soft and gentle, and airy light sound that travelled only where it was meant to reach.
Her hand brushed yours, and you enclose her delicate hand in your own.
No more words were exchanged, they were not necessary. You had a way to communicate that was far more effective, far more private than speech would ever hope to be.