[She wonders about it, sometimes. What if she met someone (not Harry), what if they fell in love, wanted a family, despite all odds? What if the idea that they could go home at any minute was enough? She thinks she could never do it, that it would be the ultimate form of giving up hope, but almost five years and no end in sight is hard. Hogwarts became home to her after a year, still feels like it after six—she's almost been in the City as long as the castle.
She looks over at him when he speaks, smiling softly, and she wraps an arm around his shoulders again, sand everywhere and voice fond.]
How can I dislike someone for feeling the same way I do?
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She looks over at him when he speaks, smiling softly, and she wraps an arm around his shoulders again, sand everywhere and voice fond.]
How can I dislike someone for feeling the same way I do?