[ A part of her wants to cry, to reach out and throw her arms around him, just as she would have back home when relieved or overcome with emotion for him or Harry. She could have reached out and touched him, felt his warmth, shown herself he was truly there in front of her. Her hands shook slightly with the desire, even, but stayed at her sides all the same.
A soft, hesitant smile turned at the corner of her lips, one that hadn't quite reached her eyes as he settled. She could tell that distant expression, the way that he looked at her, much like friends who returned with memories and struggled to recall them. Where had he been? What had he seen? They were questions she wanted to ask, but still kept to herself. ]
Want me to pinch you so you know you're not dreaming?
we're the best at our hobbies
A soft, hesitant smile turned at the corner of her lips, one that hadn't quite reached her eyes as he settled. She could tell that distant expression, the way that he looked at her, much like friends who returned with memories and struggled to recall them. Where had he been? What had he seen? They were questions she wanted to ask, but still kept to herself. ]
Want me to pinch you so you know you're not dreaming?