("People say such things. But they don't do them.")
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And then the sun was shines again every summer day and he is so mesmerized, watching her step off the train, he trips over Lorcan's trunk as they get off the Hogwarts Express.
"It will be all right," Lorcan says quietly, helps him back up. "You've got six years still."
Lorcan, with those green-tinted glasses, sees everything and says nothing. Like one of those poems he writes, he describes a vague impression, leaving out the muddy emotions.
Lysander can still only see her; she shines brightly even compared to the glowing Weasley family surrounding her now, and he still hadn't said it—
"Hello Roxanne Weasley, my name is Lysander Scamander."
