Someday, we won't have to hide. I can walk down the street with you openly at my side, instead of this furtive sneaking around that we've done for so long. Then again, perhaps I should rephrase that and say we'll be able to walk down the street together, I don't want to be on the wrong end of one of your hexes just for saying something stupid. Or ever, for that matter. We'll get through this, believe me. That's what I keep telling myself. I have to believe this, I have no other option. Not any longer, anyway.
AN: Another drabble in this series. Guessed who they are yet?