(Source: wnq-writers.com, via such-sweet-serendipityy-deactiv)
I don’t think the good things are supposed to be easy. I think we’re supposed to fight for them. I think good things are worth fighting for.
After a while, exhausted and drained, Harry found himself sitting on a bench beside Luna.
“I’d want some peace and quiet, if it were me,” she said.
“I’d love some,” he replied.
“I’ll distract them all,” she said. “Use your cloak.”
And before he could say a word, she had cried, “Oooh, look, a Blibbering Humdinger!” and pointed out the window. Everyone who heard looked around, and Harry slid the Cloak up over himself, and got to his feet.
(via ministryofmagiclondon)