Disclaimer: I don't own HP.
Written for the Family Bootcamp Challenge.
Charlie had finally found someone to connect with—someone who didn't laugh at his dreams behind his back, who didn't see his quirks as something to put up with.
"I don't think you're crazy," Luna—from over the hill—told him.
"I don't think you're loony," Charlie said, using the epithet he'd heard Ron use.
She beamed, asked if he'd like to visit a reservation for rare creatures—it was in Sweden. (It was mating season, apparently.) Any other person would've asked would you like to go for a drink some time?
He threaded their fingers together. "I'd love to."
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