[ The hug is unexpected, but for a moment it happens to melt away all the anxiety and frustration and fear that had been building up in his chest, bursting out of him like an overflowing cup.
He'd been so worked up, so tense, that when she holds him it feels unnatural at first. Rigid. He hasn't hugged anyone for months now.
But just like that, he remembers what it feels like, and better than that, he wants to memorize how this feels like. His arms wind around her, holding on tight.
It takes him a moment before he can respond when she pulls back. ]
They call themselves the Death Eaters. Supporters of Voldemort and the dark arts. They believe in purity of blood.
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He'd been so worked up, so tense, that when she holds him it feels unnatural at first. Rigid. He hasn't hugged anyone for months now.
But just like that, he remembers what it feels like, and better than that, he wants to memorize how this feels like. His arms wind around her, holding on tight.
It takes him a moment before he can respond when she pulls back. ]
They call themselves the Death Eaters. Supporters of Voldemort and the dark arts. They believe in purity of blood.