 66 – Pace
Luna Lovegood’s pace was a curious one indeed. She sometimes would twirl whimsically in a medium pace, then slow to a drift, and then speed up to a skip.
Neville liked watching her. She was just so interesting to him, unlike anyone he’d ever met. Perhaps he liked her because she was a better version of himself—an oddball, but okay with it.
Maybe if he imitated her pace he would learn to be okay with being the odd one out too. Making sure no one was watching, he tried a twirl.
No, that won’t do, he immediately figured out.
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