[ A little ways away from them, on a table, wrapped up in the finest, most delicate fabric he managed to find, lies his father's shard. His gaze rests on it a moment, before he turns back to Hermione, soaking up her bright hope, letting it light up the shadows that have once more began encroaching.
It feeds well into the most ingrained optimism within him, battered and weary now with all that has happened in the recent events but recovering all the same. ]
Perhaps they have sent him home when they realised he will truly not fight for their cause.
[ Still, he takes the offered piece of chocolate with great interest. ]
Thank you.
[ Excuse him while he first nibbles on just the corner curiously. ]
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It feeds well into the most ingrained optimism within him, battered and weary now with all that has happened in the recent events but recovering all the same. ]
Perhaps they have sent him home when they realised he will truly not fight for their cause.
[ Still, he takes the offered piece of chocolate with great interest. ]
Thank you.
[ Excuse him while he first nibbles on just the corner curiously. ]