"You're becoming rather attached to our lil' Cynthia." This wasn't a secret. Fred has known about his twin's developing feelings for a while now. He doesn't speak openly about the growing affection, though, aside when in private situations with George. "I understand your concern for her," Fred sympathized, gently setting a hand briefly onto George's shoulder. "She is so vulnerable to diseases with her immune deficiency."
One prior episode has been her worst experience to date. Everyone in the Burrow had caught the common cold, but when Cynthia happened to display symptoms, she was placed on bed rest and suffered through a week long fever that caused constant nausea. Thanks to Molly's dedication and natural maternal instincts, she was able to nurse Cynthia back to health before her condition became much worse.
"Why don't you confess to Cynthia your true feelings?" Now seemed to be as good a time as any other. Fred tried not to focus on the war, much less acknowledge that soon they'd all be forced to fight. However, he also knew it wouldn't be wise to keep such feelings hidden, just in case...someone died. "Unspoken words are the most important, Georgie."
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Draco saw the beginning of Lillian's reserve shattering. Despite popular belief, she's actually a human. Even though it's easy for Draco to disassociate her a fellow human, she still has hold of her humanity. Unlike the Dark Lord, he whom willing surrendered and discarded that part of himself, Lillian has kept her's.
"I understand." Draco wanted this converse to end. Witnessing Lillian with tears in her eyes was rather unsettling. He's always disliked seeing a woman cry. "This war is only going to get progressively worse." He knew this to be a fact. Draco turned himself towards the window, gently pushing aside the wrinkled curtain with his fingers. Eyes focused to the illuminated moon seated high above the ground.
"Voldemort..." Draco's lips burned just in speaking that creature's name.