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It seemed bizarre but Levi honestly couldn't remember the last time he had hugged somebody like this. In general, he wasn't a very touchy-feely sort of person and he hadn't been raised in such a way. Not to say that he was cold, impersonal, or standoffish but hugs typically made him feel awkward. He always felt like he was invading the person's personal space and was insistent that they needed breathing room. However, with Samira, it was different. She wasn't awkward or claustrophobic at all and her reciprocation was just as warm as his had been. He was psyched to finally overcome his indifference towards embracing, even if it was for just one person.
The Gryffindor was a little sad that they eventually had to break apart but at the same time, he didn't want to crush her. Levi wasn't particularly buff, since he was only fourteen, but he was a lot stronger than he looked and most of that strength was projected into his willowy limbs. He leaned backwards and examined Vlad for a moment. The bat was still sleeping peacefully and he fought the urge to laugh. It wasn't the right moment. "I...yeah, I've told a couple people but it's okay," he affirmed softly. "When it gets really crappy, some muggle friends let me hang at their place for a few days."
Samira nodded a bit in understanding, but inside she was perplexed. If he has told other people, why had they not helped him? Surely there were adults Levi could trust to tell. But that really wasn't her business, so she stayed out of it. It reassured Samira to know that Levi at least had some friends who let him stay at their place.
"That's good. That you have friends that take care of you like that, I mean." The situation itself wasn't good at all.
What made Samira slightly angry was the fact that perfectly nice, decent Wizards like Levi had such a cruel life. Looking at the Gryffindor, Samira found it hard to believe he would even hurt a fly. Not to mention he was fully capable of magic, and if it wasn't for the stupid Wizarding laws, he could take on his father with only a wand in hand. But there was another thing nagging at Samira's mind.
"Do you have any siblings?" Maybe that was the reason he stayed, to protect them. Or maybe to protect his mother. It was such a sad situation that made Samira ache for her friend. For the first time in her life, the Slytherin truly understood that bad things happened to good people.