“ you don’t have to talk, we can just sit together. ” — luna lovegood
misc starters | accepting | for @foreaft‘s luna!
Neville was always like this after they visited his parents— Which wasn’t often because was a tad reluctant to take his Luna with him— Nervous and fidgety. Every time they visited, his parents just stared blankly at them or at the walls or trudged slowly about the room. There was never conversation and the room always felt cold and uneasy. Or it felt that way to Neville, anyway. But perhaps that was because he was always stuck in his head worrying that Luna loathed these visits.
She never appeared to hate the visits, nor did she ever comment about not wishing to accompany him to the hospital. She frequently spoke to his parents even though they didn’t understand. She brought drawings of creatures to pin on his mother’s corkboard. But still, he feared.
What if she really hated coming? What if he would have to do more to care for them in the future— Would Luna leave? What if he became a burden on their relationship?
Neville exhales slowly, thumb rubbing nervous circles on the back of Luna’s hand as he held it in his own. His brows were furrowed— An expression he often wore when troubled and trying to find the right words to say. Perhaps that was why Luna said he needn’t talk; She knew he needed time to actually gather his words before speaking (otherwise he’d talk too fast and he’d have word vomit).
“Do you. . Do you hate coming along? To see my parents?” He began slowly, voice thick with emotion. Neville hangs his head to avoid having to look at her. “You don’t have to come, you know. I-I mean— S’alright if you don’t want to.”
