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"Remember when Fred and George made the portable swamp?" Ginny asked. Their knees grazed under the table in the dusty quiet of the library.
Luna smiled while shuffling her tarot deck. "Umbridge was apoplectic. What made you think of it?"
"Flitwick assigned an essay on terrain-altering charms."
"That's his way of honoring Fred, the softie."
"You Ravenclaws. Honestly." Ginny chuckled, but there were tears rolling down her freckled cheeks. Luna gripped her girlfriend's hand.
"Here, ask me a question. I need to practice a three card spread."
"Will this pain go away? Everything reminds me of Fred or Tonks or Colin or someone we lost. Even my bloody Charms homework."
"Oh, Gin." Luna had hoped to distract Ginny with the cards, but some feelings have to be lived in without flinching.
“Well? I want to know and you need to practice.”
"Alright. Five of cups. That represents grief and loss."
“No shit. Tell me something I don’t know.”
"Hush. This next one is the star, which means hope and healing. And the last card…the lovers. Meaningful connections, relationships, and loyalty."
“I know what that one means. That’s us.”
They shared a clandestine kiss with only the books as witnesses.