SPOILER!!: Louisaah :'(
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Magical Soul 
This silence, with the distant humming, that made her even more vulnerable. And so she let it all out; whatever lies she'd created to feel a little better and to sleep well at night, the shame that kept tugging at her heart whenever she looked at her wand, the humiliating helplessness that resulted in her paranoia and Josh's doom. Everything was being let out, flatly and genuinely. Her head was bent down, trying to hide what could be hidden from the other Ravenclaw that so far didn't make a sound.
A part of Louisa appreciated him not making any sound, another part wanted him to speak, say that she was wrong, that she was the bravest girl on earth - it would be a big lie but it'd make her self-esteem boost. A gentle touch to her forearm made her raise her head and look into his face. Hers must've been a mess, eyes bloodshot and getting smaller with the constant weeping, her tears and snot streamed down her cheeks and even her mouth formed a sad heartbroken pout.
But then she had his eyes looking into hers, and they swooped her into this icy blue tunnel where she could see beyond... but not really. She wanted to move closer to him, too. And just close the irritating distance between them, maybe to just let his arms wrap around her. To cuddle, Nessie called it once. But she was too scared to do that, the "what if"s were so many they shackled every Louisa step or word. So she plucked her eyes away from him and conjured a handkerchief to wipe those signs of her breakdown.
"The vines... they're m-moving away from m-me.." she said, letting out a wet chuckle mixed with a hiccup.
As she turned her weepy eyes up at him, that elusive something stirred within him again, stronger this time, its presence more…. chilling. He had never seen her this…. broken… a far cry from the self-assured young lady with a crafty mind and a wicked sense of humor just the term before. He shifted his gaze up towards the vines as she spoke about them, narrowing his eyes ever so subtly at why the foliage would recoil now. Have they no sympathy for the distressed? Or do they sense something that threatens their well-being?
And to whom do they sense it from?
He shifted closer to Louisa, looping his arms around her shoulders and drew her into a hug. That comfortable closeness they shared over the summer was re-emerging, forgetting for a while where they were and whatever cares they had, now seemingly insignificant to what was just revealed to him. He lips parted with the intent to say something
comforting… again speech failed him. What can he say to make her feel better when something so affronting has already happened? To say that everything was going to be okay sounded disingenuous-- even if he wanted it to be true. Because there was no assurance that everything was going to be okay, unless….
That piercing gaze scrolls down the length of her hair to where it ends so abruptly.
'I can sometime feel his hand twisting my hair again and again.' There was a deep scowl that crossed his features before he presses his cheek against her head gently, as if trying not to trigger any traumatic memories. He closes his eyes and finally finds his voice, although so quiet it was barely above a whisper
"This man who hates cats....did he have a name?.... And do you remember a face to go with it?"